“He’s not like the other children.”
“No. He knows things.”
“We can’t tell him.”
“No. He mustn’t know.”
“But won’t he know this too?”
“Yes, but we cannot confirm it.”
“But he will know it, in his nerves.”
“And he will hate us for it.”
“He won’t hate us.”
“Why not?”
“He knows.”
“He knows what?”
“That he’s not like the other children.”
A Small Blue Marble 
A very compelling poem!
Thank you!
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Thanks, I came across that old photo and it just sort of popped into my mind — not my regular process.
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It’s a great photo! (who are the kids?)
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My sons, Daniel and Alex, circa 1989.
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