Thursday, October 23, 2008

Five

As he runs up the stairs
breathless
birthday kite in hand
friends left far behind
in his excitement, their sounds
muffled at the bottom
of the stairwell

does he think of his daddy
for just a moment—pausing
with a vague feeling of unease

his thin blue windbreaker
ruffled slightly like a pale heron stranded
on a sandbar with winter coming

though he’s not sure why?


Rachel Westfall
October 23, 2008

2 comments:

devilsivy said...

And his mother calls out to us to hold him in our hearts through the cold...

RachelW said...

I wonder, does she implore us to hold the child in our hearts, the father, or both?