HELP
I heard Joshua’s cry.
The nurse I spoke to
came back
and told me she was VERY sorry.
But that Betsy would be okay.
Then I understood.
The terrified voice of a child crying for help has haunted me since.
Writer of magical realism. Poet-historian of Myrtle Beach.
HELP
I heard Joshua’s cry.
The nurse I spoke to
came back
and told me she was VERY sorry.
But that Betsy would be okay.
Then I understood.
The terrified voice of a child crying for help has haunted me since.