Wendy, Peter, and The Grown-Up


These are their shadows and
that was their laugh
that filled up our home
while I sat on the couch and
And I wrote this piece
about being here with them,
but see, that’s the thing:
I then wasn’t there
because I was documenting.

I snap a picture,
I write it down
in the hopes that
it’ll bring me back
into the room
where the laughs reverberate,
where the drums beat,
where our river of love flows
when we’re all present.
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


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