Waiting for the curtain

My little son and I were waiting for the show to start.
“They’ll bring down the lights soon,” I said.
Then I realized he was trembling, looking up at
the great chandelier above us.

Some explanation solved that one,
but it made me realize that
we take a lot for granted.

Nobody has told me, has explained
the procedure for
bringing down the lights
that I expect too soon.

I look up at those lights in the night sky
and wish Father would
take me by the hand and explain it.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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