“The Parting”


Linking to the HOST“The Parting”

It was the perfect day; sun-shiny bright.
My baby in his car seat takes a nap.
Our day is glowing; not a cloud in sight.
The traffic on the interstate, a snap.

I park and in the elevator dream
of visions: his first birthday party planned.
My morning rushes short or so it seems.
Lunch quickly comes and then a meeting manned.

The day sped on in one quick noisy leap.
The elevator’s homeward clunk the same.
My car key slides to chambers it will keep
as I behold the sight,  tears blind my shame.

A terror like ten thousand dying hearts
and not a sound did Jimmy make to part.

(This poem prompted by latest news stories.  So many babies lost and found dead in the backseat of a hot car!  Tip:  put your cell phone in the back seat with the baby as you go to work.)

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One Comment on ““The Parting””

  1. Melanie L.
    June 22, 2014 at 1:38 am #

    Ugh, the horror. I can’t fathom it. You captured it.

    Like

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