Love, the Elephant in the Room—Wea’ve Written Weekly

Love—the real love. The kind that a parent feels for a child. Not that piddly little, mopey, “Oh, no. I’ve been dumped again,” kind of love—Love is like an elephant sitting on your chest. It makes you wish you were dead. Waking up in the middle of the night and can’t catch your breath through the tears even though you know it was just a dream. And even watching your child slowly breathing lit only by the moonlight slipping between the blinds is not enough to give back your breath. No parent should be stuck with such a dream. The one where you wake up swearing you just watched your child die.

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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Boots on the Ground” by Britta Benson. If you would like to read the poem or participate in the prompt, visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/09/07/w3-prompt-19-weave-written-weekly/