Poet’s Son | Carl “Papa” Palmer

The poem may have been about you,
though it didn’t mention you by name.
So the you could actually be any you.

And the me. I admit the me is me
or was me when I wrote the poem,
not necessarily the me I am today.

It’s just a poem about a poet’s son.
I have poems of a poet’s daughter,
wife, father, mother, sister, brother.

Poems of my grand boys, grand girls,
with hopes that someday I’ll write
poems of my great grandchildren, too.