N. Serrano

You dusted
your lips across
my son's crown
there were images
of life
pixelated and sifting
through an hourglass
keeping tempo
of memories
you commandeered
holding hands in the sandbox
eating spoonfuls of hope
touching promises
breaking apologies
as though they
could be bought
from a thrift store

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[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Powerful images you have penned here. I see perhaps a friend who was not a friend or a father who is absent.....excellent