I find peace watching him devour
a cupcake, displaying the stoic
patience of a ravenous dog nine days
since its last dinner. I savor
these moments, serene in the simplicity
of a child’s composure confronting
the confectionery challenge to cram
as much cake+icing in a mouth at once.
I envy his free-spirited delight,
chocolate icing caking his face,
a mark of sugary youthful indiscretion
on a sweet face resembling mine.
I cannot return to that place – try
as I might to forget the edible norms
of adulthood – so here I sit in joy
living vicariously through my filthy son.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019