The Torch
His mind turned razor sharp,
just like daddy's used to
when he told me i was wrong and to stop it,
(can a six year old be wrong?)
so til his mind softened like newly melted butter,
I carried the torch.
I carried it through the mudslide,
and through that earth shaking quake,
and back into the cold rain.....
I carried the torch,
and then one day,
we stepped into bliss.
(it was worth it)
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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