This is my fridge magnet
to the world
that shutters cannot shut out the morning sun
that the mist of the Atlantic
can seep into and fog the mind
the ears of a child can listen for missing beats
in a heartfelt hug
a boy can sit on a rock, playing a flute
we can all hear him
the tears we once cried for our own absences
are now the tears cried for that boy, mirrored in our self worth
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