Summer of '96
by Robert E Blackwell
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Another fond memory
During the summer of ’96,
I walked the quiet streets
Of the city’s downtown
One peaceful Saturday night.
The riverfront, framed
Between concrete walls,
Conducted silent currents
Toward the edge of town.
I shared steps of reflection
With my wife and infant son;
The babe kept his peace
In the cradle of my arms.
He was awake and gazing,
Ebony dots reflecting the glow
Of the street lights on his face
As he took in his surroundings.
I glanced down at my first-born,
And knew I would give anything
To get a brief glimpse of life
As seen through my baby’s eyes.
© 2004 by Robert E. Blackwell
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|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Children are our reflection and that is a notable goal to see through their eyes. If we could there would be less confusion;-)Great write Robert!
(my pics are webcam and a game my friend and I play. We put different pics up often, daring each other to do so for public viewing;-)
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|The innocence of childhood is a treasure lost too soon. Lovely write, Robert. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Hard to recall the innocence of our youth, isn't it. Life tends to corrupt us in order for us too just get by. This is a good one, Robert.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|This is a heartwarming write, Robert, thanks for the smiles this morning! Very well done; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D *kotc*
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|LOL.....let me goi with Ed on this......hehehehe!!
Thanks you two for getting my face to smile!!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Precious, indeed. The scene gently unfolds on my mind and makes me feel at peace. Thank you, dear friend.
(((HUGS))), love and *kotc*, Karla.
|Reviewed by Robert Blackwell
|**laughing** Only you, Ed; only you!|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Okay Bob, that can be accomplished if you get very, very drunk, then strip down naked, put on an adult pair of pampers (chuks), get your wife to put you in a wagon, pretending it is a stroller, and take you for a walk where you took your first born that time...if you survive that, anything is possible...;) Ed|
|Reviewed by Steve Joos
|What a tender reminscence. I can see the scene in my mind. Good work and wish your first born a happy 10th birthday this summer.|