In Between 5 and 30, You Take What You Can Get

I watch him leave again; He is tall, slender, never lingering to chat or to share.

An hour for lunch, No, nothing is new, Maybe dinner sometime?

I cherish him now as I cherish that child, who, in my presence, took first steps, went to first grade, learned to swim, batted that ball outta the park.

I tell him, often, he is loved, and He returns the favor.

And, now, as I watch the car move away from me, the one taking my son, there is a sense of loss - just a twinge.

The child, whose world I was once prominent in, is off to his own world now, as I fall into the distance