To the Girl Holding my Son’s Hand
I know
You have laughed at his wit
Have you
Seen into his fierce soul
I know
You have marveled at his height
Have you
Seen him weep for a friend
I know
You have watched his hands cradle his viola
Have you
Seen his tenderness with the frail
I know
You are holding his hand
Have you
Seen him
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Love it, Deanna!
Are you writing fiction these days? (We were in Sarah’s Fiction Writing Class a little while back.) Poetry has helped me strain out the unnecessary.