Image: Gabriel Isak
When she felt alone
She went to a place where she could be.
Watch the small boys below her on the sand
Throwing paper planes,
Squealing with delight
When they actually flew.
To her, they represented what if?
Her own son locked in his world
Struggling to come out
Tormented by the barriers he was unable to surpass
Frustrated and angry,
It tore at her soul.
She thought it her fault
Why was she not a good mother?
Time and time again
She strove to make it all go away
To have her son fly
Paper planes like everyone else.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/02/photo-challenge-270/
Morpethroad 
That touches the heart
Thanks so much
I could see that as a scene in a movie – so very moving.
Thanks so much Lyn
Aww… poignantly written in very few words.
Thanks Maria
So sad, and so identifiable with the image Michael.
Thanks so much Di
Wow, Michael. You nailed this prompt. Truly beautiful writing. I love this piece!
Michael I also saw paper planes, but I was not sure if they might have been seagulls instead.
Hauntingly sad.
It certainly is Sadje
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A very sad poem, Michael. It reminds me of a song on REM’s “Green” album, but told from the perspective of the child: “The Wrong Child.”
Thanks jade
You are welcome.