Poetry

HUSKY

“My son, just 5,

Fell from his bike,

And started to scream,

One less pearly white.

I gathered him up,

In my arms and cooed,

There there, my child,

Tis’ but a small wound.

And it struck me, how soon,

He’d be strong, now 18,

And heartbroken,

He’d want to cry.

But they’ll call him weak,

Won’t let him whine,

Overtime, he’ll learn,

How to fake a smile.

So I tell him now,

What he’ll hear all his life,

As I keep on telling,

My inner child,

There there, its okay,

You’re a husky big strong boy,

And I hurt myself, 

When I say these words,

It’s okay, strong boys do not cry.”

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