Sunglasses

Posted by Taylor Valentine in Storytelling - Chase on

The memory of that day
Still rests in my head
That hot, sticky heat
The calm water below

I still see her standing there
With him in her arms
Eyes shaded from the sun
Like a man in black

I return to the pond
Perhaps looking for fish
A cry, a yelp
As her covers pierce the surface

The memory of that day
Still rests in my head
The way she laughed
To keep him from crying

Maybe his eyes hurt
The sun's grin just too strong
Or he wanted her all to himself
Maybe

Or maybe that’s one of those cute things
Those things that babies do
That lets you know they’re ready to be put down

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