Tuesday, April 30, 2013

PAD 30 finished or unfinished

Stories Are Never Finished 

My son was in the second grade.
He could read by himself,
but still liked to be read to.
We read about a big, fluffy, funny dog—
very charming, but at the end,
he died.

I could not hide my disappointment.
“Awww, he died!” The sadness hit
as if I lost my own pet.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” my sensible son said,
“Just go back to the beginning,
and he’ll be alive again.”

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