Momentary

The white snow on the tree branches, thawing now, dripping like tears onto the uncaring ground. The droplets have their moment of near-invisible beauty, the coronet of the slow motion splash, before they are lost forever, subsumed into the flat grey of mundanity.

And then there is you, your own slow-motion splash of evanescent beauty longer lasting than the drop of water, more durable than the frigid frosting now subliming into the atmosphere, but still, in the context of deep time, still but a fleeting instant, a year, maybe two, before the inexorability of maturity overtakes you, draws you back into the facelessness of the crowd, of the everyday. My time with you was only an infinitesimal moment of that infinitesimal time, but I'm still glad it happened, happy to have seen you in your pomp, the zenithal point of your pulchritude, a once in a lifetime conjunction, etched indelibly into my memory.

Be happy, lovely boy.

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Park

I went to the park today. I was running on the grass, I bumped into someone accidentally, and fell over. It was a man, but he wasn't angry, he just smiled, and asked me in a kind voice if I was alright. I was OK, so I smiled back and told him I was fine, and he put his hand out and helped me get up. Just then, Mummy rushed up, and started shouting at the man, telling him not to touch me, that he was a....paedo, and that she was going to call the police. The man didn't shout back, he didn't say anything, he just looked really sad, like he was going to cry, then turned round and walked away slowly. Mummy hugged me, and said I should always stay away from strange men, that they just wanted to hurt me and do horrible things to me. I told Mummy what had happened, but she didn't seem to believe me, and held tightly onto my hand as we walked home.

I went to the park today, but I couldn't play. There were lots of policemen there, and an ambulance, and they'd put blue tape across the park gate so we couldn't go in. Mummy asked one of the policemen what had happened, and he told her quietly, he thought I couldn't hear. But I did hear. He said a man had killed himself, hanged himself from a tree. Just then, the ambulance men came to the gate, carrying a stretcher. The person on it was all covered up, even their face, but I could see their shoes. The man who helped me yesterday, and who Mummy shouted at, was wearing those kind of shoes. I felt very sad, and started to cry. I don't want to go to the park anymore.

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B