Wyatt Early loved to pretend he was invisible;
Warren Caufield’s parents only wished he was.
Happy was the one’s life of make-believe—
of fooling the adults who were playing
their own game of pretend;
sad was the life of the boy
who wished that he was a doll
those other children played with,
or the invisible friend
they only pretended to.
In pining for the 5 more children she’d wanted,
but could never conceive,
she lost the 1 she had.
Every year, her parents had Photoshopped
an age-progressed image of her abducted brother
into their family portrait,
so that when she crossed his path many years hence,
she knew, with startling clarity,
the man he had become.
Heartfelt with sadness running through the delicate verses. Losing a child is simply awful!
Thank you for reading, Tanya. I hope I never experience that.