a Benjamin Button MomentA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoa Benjamin Button
Moment spittle
slipping down a beard's slope shaky fork, mouth missing target hunger lashes out drink spills in
suspended acronym for some condition of
aging a once Father who held a
spoon to an infant's eager
lips now as an infant
reincarnation he waits to be held waits for the morsel to
reach his moribund heart and i shed a drop for not being God for not being able to
reverse his years, to be held in his arms
once again virile eyes smiling
gently at me as i receive the
spoonful of love and then fall asleep knowing i am safe once
again. erin-cilberto 11/8/19 © 2019 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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14 Reviews Added on November 8, 2019 Last Updated on November 8, 2019 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more.. |

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