Across the miles
A man moves in space
To reunite with his link…
To the future.
The child struggles against the specter of sleep.
He feels the excitement of being reunited, almost succumbing to the dark cloak of slumber…
He makes it, tho.
The father, with a curious combination scent of sweat, Lagerfeld, smoke and fabric softener
Enters the room.
The child, eyelids heavier than lead,
He grabs his DNA link
At the knees…hugging hard…hugging long.
“I love you Dad”, his tiny voice said.
“I stayed up late just to see you!”
The father grabbed him by the armpits,
And pressed the child’s face against his wiry beard.
And a kiss sealed the transaction.
A pure and essential show of love…
A love that transcends all love…
The love between this father and son…
And the child slept the sleep of peace.
© Richard A. Martin, Jr. MD CPC, 1996