The Reaping

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1/26/20 –
The call…
The words…

What I have done, he has watched with the keen eyes of hawk.
What I have not said, he has taken in with the rhythm of the ocean.
What words I have spoken, he has consumed with the memory of an elephant.


How I have acted, he’s scrutinized with the sharpness of RBG.
His bittersweet chocolate-colored almond eyes see all.

This day, I have reaped what I have sown during his 13 years.

His words are a balm to my sometimes fissured soul
like birds singing in elation after a rainstorm, breaking a drought.

I know his teen heart, the one we thought lay in it’s puberty-induced dormancy, beats with the wings of an eagle, but is just as easily missed if one looks the other way.

I will not look the other way…ever again…

I will strive to be an even better version of the auntie he sees

Till the next Reaping…

Published by April A

I am a flower child, a believer of Mother Nature, and open to the wonderment of all living beings. I am a native Texan, and Austinite. I've lived in the city, and rural communities and miss the other when I live in one. I am a writer, a creator of stories, prose, poetry, and finding news ways to explain who, what, and how I see. LYS!

One Reply to “The Reaping”

  1. The love you have for him, and he for you, is powerful. You kinda sent me a message to shape up and do better. I need to step it up a notch, and pay a little more attention. An even better version…yes. I can’t imagine an even better version of his Auntie, she’s pretty amazing. LYS

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