Comments about Khris Hanson
I Miss Her
I am such a little boy;
looking at the hands
that once touched
my mother's face.
They look old.
Standing in front of the candy store,
staring in awe at the candy's shiny wrap.
The crystal clean window
only reflects what is there.
The image of a man.
Memories can cause agony;
not headache as one would wish,
but heartache as one does fear.
I carefully read the painkiller's label:
Mommy for children and 2 for adults.
Be strong, be a man,
be weak, remember your childhood.
Caution: Thin ice!
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