Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Oh, baby, baby it's a wild world



Paul loved Cat Stevens, as evidenced by the following poem.


Cat Stevens Then and Now

As I walked up the stairs I heard Cat Stevens singing
the familiar words of his song, “Morning has Broken,”
and there I was back in 1973
in our old gray Chrysler station wagon
with the fake wood trim red-leather seats,
and Paul was sitting in the back,
belting out the words with him. He was only two then,
still clutching his green stuffed turtle for dear life
as we drove along.
His fat cheeks were rosy red, his blonde hair
cut like an upside-down cereal bowl around his face.
Then I return to this day and my table at the
westside mall where the lunch crowd
is beginning to gather not knowing or caring how I grieve
for the chubby little boy sitting in his car seat
when so little made him happy

3 comments:

Melissa Kline said...

Beautiful Madeline! Thanks for sharing. :)

Janice Phelps Williams said...

Madeline, I love your poems. Absolutely love them. Thank you for sharing them, I think it is very brave of you to do so. Your readers treasure your words...
Love,
Janice

Madeline Sharples said...

Thank you Melissa and Janice. I'm so fortunate to have found a way to express how I feel.
I so much appreciate your kind words.
Madeline
xoxoxo