![Echoes, By: Thomas Hemminger](https://i0.wp.com/poetrycatalog.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/Echoes-By-Thomas-Hemminger.png?resize=750%2C420&ssl=1)
I sit in the living room,
typing my work,
and I watch my baby boy
throwing his mighty ball.
I sip coffee at the table,
reading the news,
and I study my young boy
drawing his ferocious dragons.
I drive up the road
past the Methodist church
and I hear my young man
playing piano in his melodious festival.
I lie in bed at night
about to drift off
and I think of my big man
living his beautiful life to the fullest.