to billow his belly's sails with terror at his sights
of the coming home. He would listen for the slam
of the car door, then run to his room, the only plan.
The blue barge filled the driveway. The giant got out
and closed the door, just firmly. Oh, he could shout
a laugh as the tower man headed slowly toward
the house. He went to his bedroom, glad forward.
He squinted with his luck breathing. Count 3/3 times.
Wish up the good day. He might not feel sick lines
groping his throat. Lavender water massaged warm air
as he heard a chuckle from Dad's bedroom. To share.
He had done nothing for Mom to tell. Now concentrated.
His chest window opened a crack. Paid to what fated
with dummy's gold. 'Member, pay attention to details.
Never interrupt with excitement of missing his wails.
He painted happy carefully. It was an awful hard mask.
He gave hugs. No roars, no pain at him tonight. Task.
The sun peeked at his heart. Gee, he would get to love,
today, if he was pink. Carefully, he would hold the dove.
� 2000 DPMcClellan
