Saturday, January 2, 2021

My son had a blanket

 




My son had a blanket he carried about.

All color dragged out of it finally.

It was his totem and breechclout.


It was more real to him than Amy and I.

I took it away once to punish him.

He lay down like roadkill to cry.


But I thought pity should not my duty cloy.

I was very wrong -- but he won't hear me now

when I say "Forgive me, my dear little boy."

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