to benn
Once I called you stubborn.
Your Mom set me straight on that account: “He is persistent,” she said.
You Mom has a magical way of re-framing words so that they cast light on someone instead of raising doubt about them.
I loved her un-relenting faith in you.
How I wanted so badly, deep in my soul, for someone to believe in me like your Mom believed in you.
It was beautiful.
Time went on, I went away.
I’m sorry I left you.
You were loved.
“I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.”
The Three Muskeeters
Were we really playing chess?
