Waiting by Marc Livanos

Published on October 02, 2017 with No Comments




Remember our talks,

mother and son.


I’d call, waiting

for your southern twang,


You’d pause, listening

to carefree thoughts.


The oft forgotten,

happy-go-lucky son.


Told to drive at 13,

leave by 18.


Sirens blew, when

I joined the military.


Still, I heard none

of your anguish.


Your sacrifice the greatest,

letting me become a man.


Mother above,

I send my love.


Marc Livanos

Posted in Poet Laureate

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