by Mélanie Grondin

Ray-less suns in pudgy hands Their sticky juices Stain the skin, The muddy t-shirt And scabby knees.

A gift of love for mommy.

I put them in a Mason jar That once held strawberry preserves. Give them water Give them life And hope against hope They will survive.

A gift of love, A gift of death Already fading in the sun.

I’ll have to pick some daily now To spare his little heart.

Mélanie Grondin lives and writes in Montreal. She has an MA in medieval literature and is currently studying creative writing at Concordia University.