Singing, son said,
“I don’t feel good.”
No kidding.
Green pallor.
Threatens to spew.
We ran.
Vomit averted.
While away fetching water,
Came to find
Son on the ground,
Eyes closed,
White.
Then
Rubbed his head.
Didn’t remember
Passing out.
And I wasn’t there.
I heard strains of
“Before the Throne of God Above”
And I cried.
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