I am grateful to be included in Fragments of Childhood (Vol. I) 2018.
I watched her distorted face through the glass
I turned up to drink sweet tea from, while lying in the grass.
She went on and on about what I was supposed to be doing, but I tuned her out
And listened to the ice cubes clanging instead, hoping she wouldn’t resort to a shout.
I reminisced about the southern summers of my youth when I had nothing to do but sit on my ass.
He reached inside his torn pocket for his prized possession, and then proudly held out his dirty hand to display a battered coin. A lopsided grin spread over his face, and despite his ragged appearance, the expression was of true joy.
He loudly plopped the silver piece into the aluminum coffee can that the old man had placed near where his feet should have been if he hadn’t lost his legs in an explosion.
“Thank you,” he said, and his eyes crinkled up with a grateful smile.
Toby turned and skipped away. Regardless of his own beggared condition, the boy saw the value in giving what little he had to help others even less fortunate.