The Child

One summer night. Two ships approach the bay.
A child along the bay is running wild,
With no attention
Whatsoever paid:
His sole intention —
Making Mother smile.
Her gentle hands — is all he wants to feel.
He’s five-years-old. Father named him Kyle.
And died today,
Falling off a hill.

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