The flight of the innocence

Photos prove what once was, and letters are promise of what can be. The cap and gown hang in the closet. Once in that same closet hung a suite, for the first day of kindergarten. A baby blanket and a forgotten toy lay in a box, on the closet floor. A crib and the training toilet seat gather cob webs in the basement. They’ve had their run, as well as the blanket, and the toy. Now on the fridge, is the date for graduation it has taken the place of a once beloved finger painting. Parents of the young graduate stay silent, suffering from the infection time has brought upon them. Their eyes following the child they once held in their arms. That same child they helped stand on his own and eventually walk. Now they watch on a big stage, as he stands alone and walks across without assistance. Still with the same bright smile as all those years ago, and still looking at them as to say the same thing ‘I did it’. As if last week were his first Christmas, and yesterday his first day of school. Time now takes its toll on the couple, who holding hands, now wish they could have a moment more with their son as a child. He has grown now, and it is his flight of innocence that plagues them so. Time infects them, without realization he has graduated. Where had the time gone? It was there, and now is spent up. Innocence slowly leaves him and a new kind of something inhabits their only child. Watching helplessly, only able to recollect the past with photos.

The flight of the innocence

writer-salvin

Rensselaer, United States

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