By the time the snow stays
and my lips are dry as a left-out orange peel
you will be better, your legs will be running
and waiting to ride down snowhills
and feast on hot chocolate and candy canes.
By this time next week I will look at you,
and feel safe again, knowing the angels have healed you
and this month-long desert
with its snakepit and ruthless thirst
is far behind us. The mansion up ahead will now be
our home, where love and ease reign and mercy sleeps
under our pillow. You will be a happy boy,
again bouncing joyously into my arms. And I will hold you
without hurting, knowing
God and goodness
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Imaginary Conversations Lit” November 2015
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