My child boy now a grown man
or solidly between the two
helps an elderly couple load
their mulch in the back of their car
in the parking lot of Home Depot.
Me, 20 minutes away, sipping tea
and grading papers has no idea
that at the moment, the life I raised
saw another life in need and reached
out to extend his humanity.
The joy of this unseen convinces
me that we will be all right.
That maybe I am a good parent
for all of my trying
who knows when it comes down to it
until moments like this
and suddenly my blood courses
with a hope that just might save us all.
Hour Two
You painted two paintings: one of a young man helping someone else, one of a busy parent who hears from a secret informant about the wonderfulness of your son. I really enjoyed this poem.