... is your small son
in an oversized hoodie
with his precious face
tight with determination
as he strums a
borrowed
(and decontaminated)
ukulele
over and over
as the chords
come more easily
his heartbreakingly beautiful
soprano
fills the main floor
and as he sings
of the sun shining
in the sky
I believe him -
I’ll take his hope
and match it
with my own.
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