Free Man’s Birthday

Sometimes having an unread place in the universe is a good thing.

Today is my adopted son’s 19th birthday. I have had a difficult week because of this. Birthdays are good, right?

This one is important because he is, as he says, officially a free man. The problem is what will he do with this freedom?

I stay awake at night praying for him and his older sister. Afraid for them and the damage.

The damage they have already inflicted.

And whatever lies ahead…

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Loose change

Imagine a Duck-shaped boy
His pocket full of
Precious coinage
Spills out.

Suddenly his private booty
splashes across pavement
He scrambles to retrieve it.

No dignity/no amount
Of love can distract him
From the $3.14 on the ground
His soul
His barely human soul.