A toy locomotive
fresh red paint
on it’s wooden boiler
waits on time for completion.

Black and white tints
stands ready in jars
for the peeling
of masking tape.
and a grandmother’s
meticulous brushing.

The little train
In brightest color array
will match another
quilted on a toddler’s comforter.

Nathanael, know that you are richly loved
by the tender body and soul
that once enclosed your mother.

Robert Charles Howard

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