Since I posted a poem about my daughter last week, I thought I’d post one about my son this week. Like last week’s poem, “Lawn Gone” captures my reflections about kids growing and reaching maturity.
Speaking of reaching maturity, I am excited to say my third book, Shadow and Memory is finished. Yesterday, I started the self-publishing process: designing the cover, writing an introduction, and converting the manuscript to book form. I am looking at an April or May release! “Lawn Gone” will be one of the poems in this new book.
Lawn Gone My son plays in the backyard every day and always in the same place; he’s left a dog run of dead grass and dirt in that spot. For years, I got after him about it, trying to make him aware of his effect on the lawn. Then he turned 10 or 11, and I quit. Any victory would’ve been pyrrhic at best. Now, when I see that bare patch, I remember a child is growing there. Someday, the grass will fill in. I won’t reseed. Whenever I can, I’ll visit what is left of that empty place until the grass covers it again.