there is me.
Then Mary Beth.
One Christmas morning sixty years ago,
Mary Beth suddenly grabs
a metal fire truck from my grasp,
leaving me with a short, thin slice of blood on my palm.
Nothing to be done but find, unnoticed,
a Band Aid in the bathroom.
We are the brothers and sisters of Baby Jesus.
Patrick T. Reardon
This poem was originally published by Silver Birch Press on 12.6.15. It is included in the poetry collection Requiem for David to be published by Silver Birch Press in February.