A Small, Good Thing

 

A  man and a woman lost a son, and the son was just a boy.

And they drove home from the hospital and sat among his toys.

They waited as though they expected him soon.

And their skin sat burning for days against the carpet in his room.

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Eventually they gathered up their bodies from the floor

and thought about the unconditioned air, for days they had ignored.

They gathered their umbrellas in precaution of the rain.

And they talked about the weather, and they walked, to distract them from the pain.

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And oh, a walk,

when no amount of walking can take them from the pain.

but oh, a walk,

can get them through the day,

and remind them of their strength that still remains.

Oh, a walk

is a small, good thing.

A small, good thing.

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So, the talks between the man and the woman were distant for a time;

thought would interrupt their sentences, and tangle in there minds. 

They accepted invitations to socialize in town,

but the conversations echoed in the room, and became a single sound.

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Then one night, in their sleeplessness, the man recalled a joke.

They laughed, and then they cried, and something in them both awoke.

They spoke of every memory that they had ever made.

And in the morning, cleared their schedules of obligations for the day.

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and oh, a joke,

when no amount of laughter can take away the pain.

But oh, a joke,

can get them through the day,

and remind them of their strength that still remains.

oh, a joke,

Is a small, good thing.

A small, good thing.