The Survivors
Jennifer Lynn Utterback
Every night, like clockwork
he slides from beneath his covers
and slithers over to the peaceful crib.
A shiver from the chill in the room
attacks him as he nestles into the rocker.
Silently he watches and
rocks and rocks and rocks.
A pacifier rests upon the uncovered mattress.
Mr. Teddy Bear watches and protects
it from his secure corner.
Back and forth the rocker sways
and creeks and creeks and creeks.
Suddenly he whispers to the crib,
“I’m sorry I said I hate you.”