I marvel how life changed, what, two babies?
We’re loud, inside and out, the neighbors stare.
Years blur with Halloween and recipes
They ask. I force, “I’m well” and gasp for air.
I only copy what I learned from mine:
My resting face—a frozen smile painted.
Chin up, look good, clean house, yes all is fine.
I’m grateful, happy, calm. So when I fainted...
Moms studied me with threaded eyebrows raised
They hit “DAD” on my phone, but no one there.
I have to find the strength, I rise! Unphased!
If God would only answer one damned prayer.
I gaze at first grade art and finally see
Orange scrawl of crayon, a house on fire. It’s me.
About the Creator
Blaire Baron
Llifelong actor, playwright, theatre director; Blaire is Artistic Director of Shakespeare Youth Festival in Los Angeles and launches bi-lingual writing and theatrre programs in South L.A., Africa and Mexico, all with and for young people.
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