Poem: Abstract

My children love me in the abstract.

Abstract They love in the abstract, these children And I don’t mean by that those children or their children or other children or children in general But my children, these kids who are not kids but adults grown, with lives that are not my life Years are passing now, not months or days but years that slide easily one to another, with no words Becoming natural not to speak The unexpected thing no longer expected Someone now would have take a shocking leap out of context Them or me

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.