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