TUESDAY: Childhood Fantasy

BY HEATHER RATH

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“Mommy,” he said,
serious brown eyes
peering over the counter top
on tippy-toes 
while I chopped
vegetables.

“When I grow up
I’m going to buy the house
next door
and live beside you
forever.”

I smiled down
at him,
my heart askew.

Thought of my
lonely, aging mother
five hundred miles away.

4 comments
  1. Well done

  2. Good 1…. kind of darkly funny and sentimental at the same time.

  3. A poignant ending. Nice and thoughtful. Addresses the guilt that can arise when families are so spread out.

  4. Oh yes. Poignant. Well written.

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