I sit within Saturday morning walls of solitude
and warm both hands cupped around my
Bluestone java mug.
Eight-year-old Dan waits, staring out the same old window
of hollow promises—another broken date;
His shaking shoulders, deep sobs, the drop of his voice—
“he forgot—” brings me to my knees.
My resilient Dan asks, “What’s for breakfast?”
He shares morning blessing and soccer talk
with sips of hot chocolate and sniffs of bubbling apple crisp.
A favorite comedy, laughing ourselves silly,
hugging his pup somehow diminish the sting of
yet another abandoned game plan.
I watch my son plough through these growing years
and pray the good Lord will help me
walk him through the journey—
to face adversity, to show benevolence,
to forgive, to forget broken promises.
… forgiving one another even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you. —Ephesians 4:32
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