Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Right Tools

His tools hung from a peg board 
outlines drawn with permanent marker
a pristine environment designed for building,
ready for use at any time
but his spark
 of creativity expired
his desire to build was lost and his tools
untouched hung suspended on the garage wall. 

His children had grown, moved from the home 
he and his wife exploring a new life, child free
except for the occasional visits from grand kids
everything was developing as it should
until he got the dreaded call, his eldest,
only twenty-three, killed on the highway
by a drunken sailor, texting while driving,
changing the focus of his life forever.

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