MOVING ON
mom
walks
barefoot
off the bus
I am in her arms
she is going to teach me how
to
fly
the wind
screams in our
ears, tears cloud my eyes
it’s noisy and cold on this bridge
dad
said
we’d drive
somewhere warm
but mom doesn’t want
to let me go see Mickey Mouse
horns
honk
mom steps
slowly up
whispers “I love you …”
as we fall towards the highway
RIP
Andrea and Sulla
December 3, 2006
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