He’s nine years old, we traveled to this place,
No thought, nor known, what years would bring to count.
We climbed upon the rocks and then we raced,
Up steps that took us high upon the mount.
*
He laughed as air escaped my lungs in blasts,
And ran ahead with vigor of his age.
Let’s go old man, I’m winning and you’re last.
We laughed and joked about the race for days.
*
Though love was rich, his life was lost in vain.
Two decades old, he’s taken from this place
To run upon the Mountain ne’er again,
My son, the champ, has won a different race.
Forevermore, I long with him to climb,
To race with him the days of summertime.
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Chimney Rock State Park, N.C.
In Honor of my son
Hampton Wade
11/20/1997 - 09/27/2018
Thank you for reading and allowing me to share a wonderful memory of my son, Hampton. It was a great summer.
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J. S. Wade
Since reading Tolkien in Middle school, I have been fascinated with creating, reading, and hearing art through story’s and music. I am a perpetual student of writing and life.
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Tears, no words😣
This brought tears to my eyes. Love the way you preserved the memory using this poem
oh my, I'm so sorry for your loss. Beautiful poem.