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Waiting for Treatment
by Glenn CurrierThe bald little boy
turned to his father
sad entreating eyes
wordlessly
both hands up
clawing the air
as if squeezing
invisible rubber balls.
Dad reading Newsweek
a distraction from his local terror
saw the silent request
turned routinely
pulled out of a canvas bag
a fuzzy white lobster
handed it to his son
who held it to his chest.
What cynic said
love is not redemptive?
08/13/2009 Posted on 08/13/2009
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/13/09 at 09:31 PM ...man you gave me a big gulp...a soothing big gulp. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 08/14/09 at 04:06 AM The imagery is what captures our mind and then you envelope the heart as the rest continues on. Sad but with tremendous hope. ~JPP |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/16/09 at 03:52 AM The view through your window is always so relevant, and touching. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/16/09 at 03:52 AM The view through your window is always so relevant, and touching. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/16/09 at 10:55 PM A tale of compassion, pure and maybe not so simple. Tugs at the heart strings! |
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