I Had Lost My Sun

I have to get this right! Old Gus settled. My first essay without Miss Edward’s help. For a contest; so it wouldn’t be right. My feet were mammoth, I tried to collect them. Old Gus’s ears perked up. He was gone. Raccoon or opossum maybe. A tribute to my mom I thought, Remembering her smile, her laugh, her hug. I was seven when flu took her. Came home from school to find out. Dad grieving so hard. Bad time. He had lost a wife. I had lost my sun. Dad peeked in. How’s it going, son? He gave me a nod. Anything I can do? He was not demonstrative. Not a toucher. “She was a hugger,” I wrote. “I miss that the most.” Written 9-30-2019 Contest: Realism Art Poetry Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper Photo Selected: #2