Son Guy a Long Time Ago

by arlene s. bice

Guy wanted to be the protector

at 3 years old

he emptied his brother’s piggy bank

sweetly took the little girl next door by the hand

they walked a mile

to the nearest candy store.

Alerted by a frantic me

the police found them

in an area I said

“he would never go that way”

as they walked home

licking their ice cream cones.

He believed in being a super hero

donned the Superman suit I made for him

one Hallowe’en when he was 6

all royal blue with red accents

a golden S splashed on his chest

He raced through the house

building up steam

threw the kitchen door open

onto the back porch and flew

off the ledge

he fell straight down 6 feet.

he was shocked!

surprised! he didn’t fly!

broken-hearted because

he couldn’t fly!

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