It was the sound that did it,
the dry twig snap -
somehow louder than the
voices shouting in the yard
Her face, blanched with shock
upturned as she rocked
with the movement of the
webbing on that trampoline
My chest rending with
each caught breath in
her own, each tear an
elevator shaft down
She never weighed much,
my little bird, but she seemed
only air and sobs as I
carried her to the car
She held her arm close
to her heart, I could see
in the rear view - as if to say
you can be careful, dad
you can be by my side
even, holding hands even
and I will still break,
these are my bones
this is my heart.
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