Speak!

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He asks where she is
If she is not here
As we stand by a pile of dirt
And a bouquet of winter flowers
And stare at frozen ground

I do not know where she is, son
But I do know she is safe.

How do you know that mommy? He asks

I look into his large blue eyes
Searching mine for an answer
I will never have.

We both wait for me to speak
and then understanding I cannot

we resume staring at the ground.

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