Daily Archives: December 7, 2018

Moons of Mountain Ana: Sulk…

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Becky’s sulk face is adamant with indignation.

If she only knew how perilous it is to neglect the young.

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…Our roles are reversed for the tale

of mum and dad and a kitchen knife,

which Fiona tells in sobs on the stairway.

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Something I said has recalled her

feather streaked cheeks of pain.

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She laughs

and we go on up

to talk about

a tennis ball

turned inside out…

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Becky speaks quietly

but her quiet voice banishes

distance like a shout,

“Josh, come back inside.”

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Is this redemption, or merely the wisdom

of being old enough to know better?