Tatters

I’m a clown part- time for children’s parties. I laugh because for my job. that matters. What kind of clown would I be to show my tears? I cry inside because my heart is in tatters. I had a wife who loved me very much. We had a child born of our love so true! His face was fair; his hair was honey-colored. And always laughter twinkled in his eyes of blue. One day my wife was bringing our son home when out of nowhere came a horrid man who reeked of liquor as so recklessly he crashed into my dear ones with his van. My only comfort is their death was swift, for instantly they died that fateful day. Two years have passed, and still I cry myself to sleep each night. The pain won’t go away. I paint a smile on my face for parties, but now there’s nothing in my life that matters because this lonely heart of mine’s been shattered, and so the name I go by now is Tatters! Jan. 9, 2023 N/A Submitted 1/14/2023 for 'BRIAN STRAND CONTEST NO 1170' Poetry Contest