A Boys Memory

What a boy remembers...

A Boys Memory

A roar
screamed through the sky.
so loud
I could feel it
in my chest.
“What’s that dad?”
I asked
looking up
at My father
towering above me.
The sun bright
over his shoulder
causing me to squint
and shade my eyes
with my hand.

“That’s power son,
that’s power” Said he.

I’ll always remember that moment.
Indelibly
it is etched in my mind.
The roar of the fighter jets
taking off
The suns heat
on my face
and my father words.

It was power;
the whole experience
was
very powerful.
You never know
what a young man will hold
on to
and remember
for all his days to come.