I Wish That I Could Speak With You More Often

To my firstborn

When I left the city

left the cold

I also left you.

We thought we’d often return 

to visit you and others

and at first we did

but we got older

and poorer;

it happened less and less.

Still there was phone

and email. I remember

those impassioned conversations.

Gradually, on both sides,

they dwindled.

I’m glad at least of facebook.

Our life here

has been long and delightful.

You are my only regret.

When you were growing up

we had some good talks,

you and I,

quiet talks together

usually at night

while your father and brother slept.

Even then, 

I thought you had wisdom.

Even now, I enjoy your wit.




Day 10 - Someone you don't talk to as much as you'd like to