By Juan Montoya
And I won't be there
when disconsolate
you'll cry
Because
you pinched your hand
or
when playing ball
got hit, hurt
or things don't go so well
Or to exult with you in victory
or soothe the agony of your defeats
While others turn and find someone
to share with them their joys
or pains
you'll be alone
I will be gone
Arrows that soar
from miles away
unseeing, find me
In sleep, I dream
of shielding you from all
Instead, I lie awake
and feel you from afar.
7 comments:
What is this bullshit?! Get back on the Beat, Juan! Poetry? Por favor. Se esta pudriendo el mundo y tu con poemas. Que pinche lastima.
Another great thought, The kids are grown but both came home for Thanksgiving but returned to their homes for Christmas.
I am so thankful and proud that they are fine responsible young folks; but still sad when they leave....
...have felt that, too ...and sometimes accept it, sometimes wonder ....
A wonderful piece, and like so much, it comes after, ever after .... To feel that in the now, the moment .... Difficult, easy to lose in the anger, self ....
Thanks, for the dagger (and arrows) ....
Consider reading aloud at the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum, and at Savory Perks, and at the Valley International Poetry Festival, you, JM, of more than words carelessly tossed ....
Do we know who is running?
Isn't Edna Tamoyo running again this yr.
Where is Joe Rob?
No, Edna is not running for Pct. 4 this year. I understand two candidates have filed for the position. Do you mean Joe Rod? Rodriguez is going to fight to extend his contract until June. Apparently, he doesn't think we've had enough.
What is this - a Paean to Absent Fathers?
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