As a new feature, poetry will be published here every Friday. Pieces from my collection, Little Boy Lost, will lead the way.
Parents lose children to mental illness, drugs, alcohol, death, and even unwelcome distance. Sometimes it helps just to say, “Yeah, me too.”
A prophet once said that endurance and pain
Sit on magic scales that always balance out.
That we are not given more than we can bear.
That we sacrifice only in proportion
To what we receive
That the world is flat,
And the moon, green cheese.