baby

Sunny summer’s day,
i hide between dark library stacks

protected, or so it seems,

by walls of the yellowing pages

of other people’s lives.

Echoes of little boys’ laughter
in the treetops in the park
made me weep

so i fled.

i miss you,
my only son

and how i love you
more
than you will ever

know.

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Filed under books, children, diary, existentialism, life, love, sadness

2 responses to “baby

  1. Julie Berman

    janice, it’s me…julie nark…i hope you get this…i can only surmise what your life has been/is…let me know if you get this.

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