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The way we protect our children from harm and maybe even the sting of reality.

Submitted:Nov 29, 2007    Reads: 99    Comments: 2    Likes: 4   

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.


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