it is night they arrive home
with his key he opens the front door
they put the groceries on the dining table
near the kitchen then he goes to the door
of a dark bedroom to check
if the answering machine light is blinking
it isn’t he is relieved sometimes
no news is good news every parent’s
nightmare: a blinking light on the machine
the panicky voice of an offspring
announcing an accident
a tragedy too close for oh,
please God spare one more
of Your sheep from such a horror
are his thoughts a parent sheep:
me.
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