First Gift-Opening Without Dad
Contemporary Haibun Poem
Frankie’s hands tear away the wrapping. Brown eyes widen; the corners of his mouth rise: joyful shouting begins.
“A pillow pet! Thank you! It’s what I’ve always wanted!”
I snap a photo of him hugging his new gift. Mira pulls out another present from under the tree.
Only Robert and Mom look on.
an empty space
on the fading sofa…
Photograph by Springfield Gallery
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