Ted, Waiting For His Boy: A Prose Beginning and Concluding in Couplets, August 1, 2025
- Anne Childress
- Nov 29
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Ted, Waiting For His Boy, A Prose Beginning and Concluding in Couplets, August 1, 2025
Such is the pain that mothers must bear,
such as the anguish woven into the air.
He is Ted, the Boston, the low-slung loyal heart, who does not understand the calendar or the sudden void. He only knows his boy, now a grown man, is missing from the sound of the front door.
He waits. His eyes are now clouded, his steps are slow and stumbling. He now bumps the chair leg; his gait is shaky. The world is a whisper he can barely hear, yet still, he takes up vigil on your bed. We call him "If," our small philosopher in black and white, because his breed - your Boston's way - are endless questions: On the nights I cannot hold the grief inside the walls, and the silence cuts too sharply, and the tears will not stop, Ted come s a quiet warm weight, nudging my hand, A rough head places on his knee.
Such is the bond that loyal animals keep,
Such is the love that runs truly and deep.
Copyright by Anne Hendricks
Revelry and Reflections, 2025
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