Evanescence
Kathleen Cox Richardson
05 Nov, 2011 04:26 PMEvanescence I saw my son today. Golden curls; baby blues, bright, shining. Soggy cookie squeezed through chubby fingers. I laughed a happy laugh. He laughed back, a gurgly little baby laugh. I saw my son today. Short cut, sun-streaked hair; focused blues. Soccer ball held tight in strong tanned hands. I smiled a proud smile. He smiled a wide ten-year-old grin. I saw my son today. Uncut, grease-streaked hair; glassy blues. Cigarette clinched in yellow-stained fingers. I whispered, ?Please, take care.? He returned a narrow teenage sneer. I saw my son today. Blood-matted, gravelly hair; lifeless half-lidded blues. IV punctured hand. I mouthed, Goodbye, I love you.? He breathed a sucking, rhythmic sound. I saw my son today. Hair combed, neatly trimmed; eyes tightly shut. Prayer book cradled in waxen hands. I cried quietly. He smiled, a fixed still smile
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