My son looked at his feet today
as though the long slabs of skin and bone
had stretched beneath him overnight,
and he said with tears
at the edge of his voice:
“Mama, I’m getting so big
but my soul still feels
so small.”
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My son looked at his feet today
as though the long slabs of skin and bone
had stretched beneath him overnight,
and he said with tears
at the edge of his voice:
“Mama, I’m getting so big
but my soul still feels
so small.”
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