Upon entering the room, the crowing was remarkable
with each labored breath he took.
The oxygen mask to his face, his neck sinking in
with each inhalation.
You would think I was describing an old man,
a smoker of the majority of his days.
But no, he is merely a seven month old
who fell to the destructive hands of his dad.
A beautiful boy with a full life ahead
suddenly destroyed by the anger
of a man who lacked patience.
The rest of his days will be spent
locked in a body that does not function
with a mind that does not see or hear.
He eats through the tube in his belly and
will soon receive a tube in his trachea
to help him breath.
And while he is locked in his body,
his dad will spend his days locked in a cell.
But is it fair that he will be able to see, hear,
breath through his nose,
and eat with his mouth?
**this is a post for Magpie Tales. Click the link to read some terrific writers and try it out for yourself.
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