Sitting in the airport to take a flight
Tossing a football to and fro
A man and a boy waiting to go.
Suddenly, the boy whispers, "I love you."
A single tear rolls down his small cheek.
Pale blue eyes gaze pleadingly at the man.
Who grasps the young boy in a fierce hug.
Clinging onto his last shred of composure.
With misty hazel eyes the man forces a smile
and utters in a husky voice to the child,
"Son, it's only three months til our next visit."
MJC
Copyright January 2007
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About Me
- Portia Micello
- IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT ME -- BUT IT IS ABOUT HOW I HANDLE THE CHALLENGE...how i continue to grow, contribute, create and let my mind and talents develop without endangering anyone else. Do I have children --- yes -- 3 biological and they all have symptoms, but they are dealing with some of the symptoms -- very successfully. Forunately none is full scale BDI, Rapid Cycling.
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