The bald little boy turned to his father sad entreating eyes wordlessly both hands up clawing the air as if squeezing invisible rubber *****.
Dad reading Newsweek a distraction from his local terror saw the silent request turned routinely pulled out of a canvas bag a fuzzy white lobster handed it to his son who held it to his chest.
What cynic said love is not redemptive?
Written back in 2009 as I was waiting in a doctor's office. Came across it the other day as I was working on compiling my poetry of the last 17 years.