The Thread
Because our fear of the pandemic fills
the once small distance between,
we visit in our various screens
and as I watch your only son
of thirty months at play
I see in him his father
when you were
my only son
of thirty months,
and your antics then
raised in me a memory
of myself at thirty months,
each of us in our different times
so alike, and I feel the warp of the thread
that is spun in the blood of birthing and then
so powerfully weaves an enduring family tapestry.
Anthony Wade
Anthony Wade is a graduate lawyer with a Master’s Degree, an Irish national educated in England who also worked in The Netherlands. He has published poems in Ariel Chart, Boyne Berries, Scrittura Magazine, MonthsToYears, Lakeview Literary Magazine, Strands Lit Sphere and The Dawntreader. He received a Highly Commended in the Francis Ledwidge Poetry Award 2018. An active member of the Midleton Writers’ Group he now lives by the sea in East Cork.
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I realize the pandemic has altered people's lives but i was hoping for less of it in my reading material. Nevertheless, this poem is strong and worthy.
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