Little red boots
A black body bag
In that darkness
Night and a poor light that comes from the nearby room
I'm crouching next to you
I can only glimpse the outlines of your head under my fingers
You are playful in my heart
You run
Like when we played hide and seek
Many winters ago
And I pretended not to see
Your red boot peeking out
My little boy in the rubber red boots
Tears just escaped my eyes through restrained sobs
Traitorous tears
There's no way they'll stop
And who would be strong enough to run his hand over the dear face
Only slightly under the fingers I follow the contours of your face
A black body bag
In that darkness
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falcon_mn (
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Comments2
This is a powerful poem that pulls at the heart strings using one of the most powerful tools that of a death of a child. Sad very sad.
One of the poems I wish I never wrote
Sad but an excellent write
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