Flame of Red Roses

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A heavy cloud in the sky is hanging over our home,

inside a young child lay lifeless – as he curls like a tired
baby; his knees to his chest, toes curled, elbows tucked
tightly to his sides, and the cloud bursts.

He doesn’t hear the rain fall nor care as he is still;
his skin as white as sheets where he lay – we call it
sleeping.

A sun peeks through the mountains, oaks, pines,
and maples, where he once played.  Back then – a restless
child trying to out run his friends, throw the football to 
touch a fence in a distant field – he out grew the swing
attached to the largest limb of the tree – below his tree house.

Children are patient when they are ill – unlike grown
ups – as if they lay within a den watching a lion, a cub, seeking 
his mother’s warmth to bring him back to health

A clock near the stand, next to his bed keeps ticking, a heart
inside his chest keeps working – even his smile now and then,
is kind.

We pray around his bed for his recovery, with our deepest
hope his sleep will end like winter when spring begins – so
he will be healed as earth springs back to life – and the black

cloud above the house
will leave – only blue cotton in the sky, and we dream – 
as we search the whites of his eyes.

We keep to ourselves our wonder if there will be an angel
to join him on his ride – one ride on a fluffy cloud, above the 
mountain – when he is called –  to leave behind a swing in a
backyard – a tree house; as the flame of red summer roses drop
one petal and another – humid air may steal him away from us,
we know a smile will cross his face telling us to be strong for he
is young and prepared.

4 Comments
  1. Avatar of Jean M. Cogdell
    Jean M. Cogdell says

    A moving piece that left me with few words, a rare event for this writer.

  2. Avatar of Nancy Duci Denofio
    Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Jean, thank you for your response, great to know you are reading. Sincerely, Nancy

  3. Avatar of Andrew J. Sacks
    Andrew J. Sacks says

    Nancy, I echo the thoughts and words of Jean. Fine work once again!

  4. Avatar of Nancy Duci Denofio
    Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Thank you Andrew, I guess if you read some of my manuscripts you would find another voice inside of me. Writers carry around a few voices, aren’t we lucky. Sincerely, Nancy

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