I watch
from my balcony
the world
go by
in the joy
of a father
and his son
two women
holding babies
the laughter
of children
at play
and wonder
of the price
one pays
to miss
participation
in that world
Being Present for the Moment
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Leonard Durso 
I do wonder of the same, Len. A deep, thoughtful observation.
It’s something I am thinking about more and more these days.
My favorite word for a poem that is sooooo good there is no other word — EXQUISITE!
This poem starts my day with a gurgle in my heart!
Ron
Thank you, Ron. That’s really very kind of you to say.
Loved this, because for 17 years I (we) thought that too, now we have one and it is a blessing, even more appreciated. Good work.
Thank you. I’m glad you can relate and have found joy with your son, who graces many of your posts.
Yeah, and so he should, he is the base of the rumbling ocean blog…everything on the blog he sees with us.
Reblogged this on Our Rumbling Ocean and commented:
Today our son is 22 months old and this work Len maybe says the best of our appreciation of being parents after being married for 17 years at the time.
The joy of life!
Glad you liked it.
Congrats!
Thank you.
Wonderful poem. There are so many joys in life. I wish we could all have them all. But we are shaped by the ones we have and the ones we don’t as well. Spring really brings out the possibilities and longings, doesn’t it?
Yes, it does. Thank you.
An interesting ponder, for certain.
Thank you.