Keep The LIne

Round One - WIP

My bare feet darting against the hot summer sand.
Your little fingers cling tight against my neck.
“Mommy.” You say, your voice tiny at my ear,
Your soft lips give me a quick peck.

“Will you buy me a sno cone?”

Still running, across the asphalt now, my feet burn
“Please mommy. I’m hot.” You beg and whine.
Without thinking, I reach deep into my shorts pocket
My fingers grope for money, finding only a dime.

“I don’t have enough money.”

Yanking open the car door, I plop you down
“But Mommmmy” Your bottom lip quivers
“I’m hot. And thirsty. Pleeeeeease.”



My tanned body weary from the sun.

Your skin burnt deep red
“Mommy’s tired.” I tell you
But you haven’t heard a word I said.

“I want a blue one.” You tell me
“It’s cold and I’m hot.” You whine.