A fallen blood red popsicle,
the frozen shape of a love heart.
Calls the attention of ants
in a local, sun bathed park.
The sugary ice, struggles under the burning heat.
A wooden grip disengages and settles in the ground dust.
Wasps soon circle the enticing liquid,
a minor notices something is missing.
Distracted parents finally hear
the child's scream of loss.
Soon a doting Father
is in a busy line.
Counting out change to repurchase
another treat for his daughter.
The toddler notes the lesson,
grief can quickly be replaced.
As adults we know
the hearts we lose are irreplaceable.
The light of protection we shower upon our children,
is to keep every shadow of harm at bay.