Poem #22: “Earth”
On a bike ride
we found a lost ball,
a huge plaything
cornered by the wind
in a drainage ditch.
Caked with dirt,
we noticed it looked
like Earth,
A blue marble
under the grime.
Sam begged to keep it.
So we brought it home,
hosed it down,
cared for it, and the Earth-ball
shined again.
It blew in the wind
and orbited the fenced yard.
I can still see him catching it,
holding up the planet,
laughing—
He had the whole world
in his hands.
Categories: Rewriting Life After Loss
Deanna
Rewriting life since the sudden death of my nine-year-old son, Sam (2007).
Trying to LEARN, think, remember, IMAGINE, cope, care, read, EAT, write, live, LAUGH, listen, enjoy, walk, meditate, stretch, watch, stop, BREATHE...and keep going.
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