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Photo © 2023 Jennifer Wagner |
Rescued from the pool filter,
Balboa had a scratch
on the house on his back.
We set him in the garden
between two rosemary shrubs
(Romero in Spanish, like my son’s name,
who said, keep him, Mom,
and let him be a burden to your
children’s children).
While we searched for what to do,
I thought we’d lost him
to heat, to bird—but there,
stamping the grass,
the champ!
A late-round come back!
And between my index and thumb
we rushed him
to the pond.
Two large turtles
rose to the surface
poking their heads out.
I said, we rescued your baby!
And hoped
someone
will do the same.
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner
So beautiful! I often pray for my children and that God would bring people in to their lives to 'rescue' them from whatever the danger may be...<3
ReplyDeleteBeautifully dramatized moments these.... all the characters come alive in this little prayer! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. Not gonna lie, I might have teared up a tiny bit. You are forever the champion of the underdog and most amazing Mother I know.
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