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Guilt

October 24, 2019

Softly.
On tiptoe I creep. Across
his room; Each
step
takes
an
eternity.
His bedside lamp glows
a pale yellow
illuminating
the halo atop his head.
And there, lying beside him
our old pal Max, distressed
because tonight
(yet again) he
will not sail
in
and
out of weeks
to visit
A
Land
That
Has
Been
Forgotten.
 

Book replaced on shelf, I gaze upon
my little cherubim
soft pudgy cheeks, bright red,
still moist.
His eyebrows wrinkle
gravely
as he dreams a mommy-
less dream.
I try to swallow, but the clump of sand is dry
grainy, creating tiny
abrasions
down
my
throat.
A sob
escapes
his angelic lips. Still asleep, he moans,
"You Promised!"

 

Published April 27, 2019 on the Ancient Paths website.

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