Friday, 1 July 2016

Relief is an inadequate word

I turned away for a moment,
"Please dress our boy?" I asked.
And then the baby was gone.
No splash
Just a golden head bobbing 
It sank
I ran
A thousand terrified prayers in an instant of horror
And then the scream of a breathing infant
Only 21 months 
And he knew to hold his breath
Relief is an inadequate word.

(c) Penny van der Lith


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