he lifts the little one again
high as he possibly can
doesn’t even feel that
angry twinge in his shoulder,
hearing only the laughter
the brightest sound
he has ever known,
and she watches it all:
her father, her son
playing together again
home at long last
exactly where they belong
all of them, she thinks,
and her smile radiates
warmth across the room
and out the doors
and over the trees
to melt the coldest
the very coldest of hearts
Salt Lake City 26 Sep 2012
George Ellington 
So lovely … reunion and a smile that can melt the coldest of hearts….x
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Thank you, Robyn. It does feel quite that way, doesn’t it. Coming together. Coming home.
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This is so very sweet.
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Thank you, Susan. And sweet of you to say.
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I adored this. Gorgeous.
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I am glad you like it so much, RL. Very glad.
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