This was my entry for the WD Poetic Form Challenge: The Big 10.
His infancy meant memories made months
ago–before work pulled me out of state–
were rarely saved. When the holidays came,
I stowed away on cargo trains back home
to see my son again, but who would he?
Stranger from forgotten past or father
who he barely had? I opened the door.
He stared at me for eternity, then
his crescent lips rose. He wobbled over
on stubby legs, his arms raised up for me.