She wanted to stay,
so he watches from the pier and sits
on the weathered bench while she would play.
He was scared out of his wits,
and worried. This recurring pattern fits.
It’s like some macabre dark comedy.
Along the shoreline she flits,
oblivious to the scope of her tragedy,
in which she is ensnared. He keeps his eye
on her, his darling girl: beautiful, “smart”,
Autistic… sometimes he just wants to cry.
Those are the times it truly breaks his heart.
She studies the gulls to mimic their raucous moan,
and then she’d smile her smile that could melt stone.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Use these words in order as end rhymes: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone.