Posted December 27, 2011
A poem by Una Nichols Hynum
A hesitant knock at the door. I look out, then down. The neighbor’s little boy, I think his name is Christian, Stands staring at his tennis shoes, Faded t-shirt ripped at the neck. He holds ...
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