Chance

I set him

On the front step.

I hoped, 

Though tears streaked

My dirt encrusted face,

That he would grow up normally,

Safely.

I signed the words,

I love you, Chance,

My hands shaking.

Tears

Slipped off my face

Onto his smooth cheek.

I kissed his soft forehead,

Trying to release 

The images

Of the fire

From my mind.

I looked into his

Ever blue eyes,

As tears flooded my soul,

And ran into the night,

Longing for a better life.

For me, or for Chance,

I did not know.

Though weeks had passed,

I could not release the image

Of the little bundle of blankets

That was my baby brother,

From my mind.

The End

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