Outside of This Reality
I dial Dad, in early morning.
The youngest of three
in her family, his birth-day twin,
his cousin passed away.
I look at the snow covered branches
as the sun comes up, this side of heaven.
Should my heart be heavy, tears
streaming down?
They’d only freeze at these temperatures,
and slide down the slippery slope
of my steep driveway.
My grand wanted to escape his home,
yesterday, but I couldn’t chance
to end up in a ditch across the street.
He flapped his wings to make an angel
in the snow, but didn’t get enough time
outside; I thought they’d wear him out;
where did childhood go?
I remember the feel of frozen cheeks,
sledding down hills (he so wanted that!);
can’t judge. Each household runs
on its own steam of responsibility,
but, oh, how I wish for him, he could
have stayed out late, slipping and
sliding, agape…how much do kids
miss out today; why can’t they play
outside of virtual reality. Oh, has
Cousin J. been set free to fly
in whatever way her heart desires?
Hope so, and with my mom,
and Aunt J. too; enjoying her rest.
God bless!
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2025
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