The stark blue lights are still flashing outside, while my son's tears run black on his cheeks and he trembles desperately in my arms. When I first heard the shots I was slow to pull free from sleep and out of my bed, while his sweet innocence had already led him to see the full act from his window and what lay displayed on the street below. Those two young men had been as gods to all the neighbor kids, and mine; but now the rumors were resolved, entwined in death, their love affirmed. I pulled my sobbing boy against my heart and wondered where to start, how to explain. Can I protect his life against such pain? And this I knew: he must always see this  father's love unconditionally.-- A man the fugitive had refused to be.     I smile when I get feedback. Click the button above and make me happy.   Back to My Poetry Page The Authors Haunt Author Directory The Authors Haunt Library The Authors Haunt Home

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