Memories Out of Season

 

 

 

I see my nephew Ryan,
a small boy at the beach,
playing with the wind on a string.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Thirty years later,
I see his son Kelvin at the beach,
deep in the throes of wonder and delight, discovering a world that's only two years old...

 



Father and son.
Some see a resemblance.
I see a continuation.



Happy birthday, Kel.

Happy memories, Ryan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[First posted: December 6th, 2014]

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