Another new poem…


When I am an old man
My world grown smaller like
A childhood home returned
I will close my eyes, smile,
Yearn…and remember…

My son spread out on the floor,
Building with his legos
His kind and brilliant soul,
Wrapped happily into the palm
Of his fertile imagination,

Doing nothing but knowing
That sometimes
Nothing is



About Doug Hoekstra

Father, wordsmith, musician, creative.
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