Monday, September 28, 2009

Moonlight Sleeping on a Midnight Lake

He came to our family when he was three.. skinny arms and hopeful brown eyes. A mind of his own. We told him he was perfect and showed him his new room. In the middle of the night he got up and made a pot of coffee..a three year old with a mind of his own. Who had been on his skinny own. Too long. Long twenty seven year story short. I'm pretty sure I saw him today, I think it was him. Brown homeless eyes and a mind of his own. Lonely lonely rivers.


Helen said...

Impressive that few words convey so much feeling and information.

Beth Niquette said...

Wow--how beautifully you write. What an innovative little fellow. Almost a sad nostolgia when you write of this small person.