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ED Greene Mar 2020
“Tell me bout the rabbits”
Mama said
Didn’t he see?
That’s all she wanted to hear

She needed hope for her rabbits
Up against the wolves
We played a careful game
Making delicate fragile moves.

Hoping for them was better
But he knew that she would never
Run her hard hands through a caged rabbit’s fur.

She still asks about the rabbits
I heard Lenny just today
After 25 years she still wanted him to say
How she could hold them, pet them
Keep them warm
Even far away
Daddy’s playing George.

I quietly turned to go
But before I left her room
Mama asked me if I could not see
That I need my rabbits too.

— The End —