Never

Never

A Poem by Emile Grayson

My son has been drawing
in the kitchen for the last hour. 
I spend half that time 
scanning a spreadsheet in my office,
and the other half talking with
my wife as she stands at the door. 
Harry never sees her. 
Never looks at her. 
I have not told him yet. 
When I walk into the kitchen
and ask him what he's drawing,
he answers with,
"I'm drawing the three of us. 
I want to show mommy after 
she comes home." 

© 2017 Emile Grayson


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Added on February 10, 2017
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Emile Grayson
Emile Grayson

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