Little One
little one
you are already heavy
you survived the fire all by your (now) lonesome
your mother burned to death
your father committed suicide over the guilt of starting the fire with his crack pipe
both of your brothers died crying next to your mother
you hid where the smoke could not get to
you came out of it completely unharmed sans some smoke inhalation
little one
i pray for you now
confusion is the unfortunate teacher of your here and now
you bite into your tear sogged chicken sandwich
you take a small nibble of your cold, warmly wet fries
you show no interest in the mini bottled water for obvious reasons
i will take you home with me
it is okay, for tonight, if you sleep with your eyes open
Let Us Pray, little one........
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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