My 4 year old,
“Please daddy, don’t leave me.”
My then wife once stated,
“He’ll be the cop that shoots you
at your protest marches.”
Working forty hours or more:
pumping gas at midnights,
cleaning toilets on the 2nd shift,
attending college full time.
If anything
His plea stays with me
even today
sixty years later,
and
the promise to my self:
never
to leave a child again.
A second marriage.
Love lost or never there.
No matter.
The promise kept.
No comments:
Post a Comment