Monday, October 19, 2015

The Race

Fatigue finished the boy. 
He fell across the line - 
but resisted staying grounded.
Skinned knees made his lips
tremble. No smile accompanied
 his hands as they slapped gravel 
chunks away. He didn't look
 down to see if blood beaded. 
Rising, he found his father's 
eyes in the cheering
 crowd and saw well done 
glistening on the verge of 
I'm so glad you're mine