Treasure Island

Glen Martin Fitch


WITNESS


One day a friend
sat with her mom (in-law) outside
to watch her toddler son at play.
'My son, at his age,
did that-
just that way.'
At Grandma's words
she sobbed and
clamped her jaw.
Like no one else
a parent knows a child.
When young
a car crash
cracked her at her core.
She lost her folks,
their future and
their lore.
They would have seen her
in her boy and smiled.
You've seen the things
that others have not seen.
You know my flaws
and fears
and when I lie.
Your presence makes me
humble, honest, clean.
Without your love
I wouldn't even try.
Attest my virtues.
Vouch my honesty.
Affirm my courage.
I ask, 'Witness me.'

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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