That night after the prom, son, you brought your date, Lucy, into our diner—your faces glowed. Together you created a sense of wonder, hope, happiness. Time bent back, stilled around an old, forgettable counter.
The smell of her corsage still visits me at the park bench in spring. All a brief moment, I guess you could say. Like granite, it stands prominent in the stream of my life.
Picture is copyright by the Estate of Norman Rockwell. Linked via James Vaughn.