"On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration
at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful
minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write
without worrying if it’s just right or not."
Today's prompt: Broken
And the little boy sleeps.
Knows nothing of this world
Just the sweet sound of rest
Someday he will be a man
It'll flash through my mind,
His first christmas
His first day of school
His big exam
The moment he receives his diploma
The day he marries
He'll know of My constant sadness
He'll know me.
But for now,
and I am.. perfect.