The Evening Muse Analysis
The Evening Muse
We miss you. It’s tough. But we’re tryin’ to get by.
Lately, Mom spends a lotta time in the kitchen;
She thinks she’s foolin’ me,
But we both know how she likes to go there to think—
And cry.
Oh! That old saw-bones told me to take it easy,
So it’s your fault the lawn’s a sorry sight. Ha ha.
Ah. Geez! My boy. I wish you were here tonight.
At five, you were fearless, skinned your hands and knees.
But ain’t that just like life, once you lose those training wheels.
I wish I had the courage that you had even way back then,
I’m afraid—ahem. . . . Oh, it looks like rain. Again.
At twelve, you hugged my Gibson, sayin’, “Dad, I wanna play.”
You let me try to teach you, but you learned anyway.
Your fingers ached from effort, and that
We miss you. It’s tough. But we’re tryin’ to get by.
Lately, Mom spends a lotta time in the kitchen;
She thinks she’s foolin’ me,
But we both know how she likes to go there to think—
And cry.
Oh! That old saw-bones told me to take it easy,
So it’s your fault the lawn’s a sorry sight. Ha ha.
Ah. Geez! My boy. I wish you were here tonight.
At five, you were fearless, skinned your hands and knees.
But ain’t that just like life, once you lose those training wheels.
I wish I had the courage that you had even way back then,
I’m afraid—ahem. . . . Oh, it looks like rain. Again.
At twelve, you hugged my Gibson, sayin’, “Dad, I wanna play.”
You let me try to teach you, but you learned anyway.
Your fingers ached from effort, and that