she slid under the water – February 19


she slid under

the water,

one last hit

bringing a blink

into which

the family bath



along with the

smile and pain

and any semblance

within this life

that a friend

or mom

or dad or


could ever touch



it’s what prayer

is for

that there will be


time and place

for the touchings

of love

to begin again.


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