American River Review 2022 - copy - Flipbook - Page 60
For My Children
By Ali Blanco
I showed her the scar I sustained when he clipped my wings
“Mommy,” she cried. “Is this why you cannot fly?”
“Sweetheart,” I replied, “this is why I run so fast.”
“Fret not,
Dry your eyes,
Little children.
We’ll have our own little shoebox
And we’ll plant in it the most spectacular garden.
Where the monsters won’t be able to find us.
And it will be our own,
And it wil be beautiful.
Ours,
Together.”
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