Snowballs
Gail Kittleson
Like most
parents,
I suppose,
I worried.
From time
to time
there were
stark moments
of
panic.
If you
were late from school
there was
no rest
until I
saw you
out in
front,
throwing
snowballs
with your
friends,
reveling
in the sound of
cold crusty
snow making
explosions
on the
sidewalk.
Now there
will be no rest,
for the
cold and crusty news
of your
voluntary,
forever
lateness
is exploding
just below
the surface
of my heart.