Hardest Prayer I’ve Prayed
There are days that I ask– Why did we allow our son to go so soon? He can’t vote, can’t get a tattoo, can’t operate a meat slicer at a grocery store, can’t rent a car, can’t buy spray paint,
For My Son
I had to do a double take to make sure it was you. Blue eyes, I’d recognize them anywhere. Tight smile that curves to form a half moon– I’ve seen it since your kindergarten school picture. Those hands—if you were
