Monday, April 6, 2015

Saved by Captain America

he held his small hands
on my cheeks and pressed
his own soft face against mine
are you sad, too?
why is mom sad?
my voice faltered on truth
we had to say goodbye
to a friend, I said
so we're sad

the tears held fast,
at the eyes' edge
my cheeks stayed dry
so his would 

he is three and somehow
without words
I felt the need to shield him
from my sudden sorrow
I wanted to hug him close 
let loose the tears, waiting

he reached for a book,
giving me an easy out

read to me?

he shifted to my lap
small fingers turning pages

away we went, 
fighting with Captain America
and behind his broad shield
I hid from death





(poem #7 for National Poetry Day) 


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