If waiting for Godot was written today, it would be two men sitting around doom scrolling, not talking to each other, and only talking about where the nearest power source is to charge their phones.

© words by Dan DeMarle 8-20-2022

It was a hectic crazy time,

with an ill grandson,

among all the other craziness,

and in that time,

my son and his lovely wife came to visit.

It was short and fast,

but amid a granddaughter’s sleep-over,

They were here.

And although he did not realize it,

for a brief time many of my normal cares and worries,

were gone.

Burdens were lifted.

It was way too short,

and I never had a chance to say,

that he is grown, and I admire

the man he has become.

© words by Dan DeMarle 8/20/22