My son adores the world.
Of Roald Dahl.
Reveres him, like a God.
Land of friendly giants.
And fairytales, for the modern age.
How do I tell him.
People fall like leaves.
From planes in the sky.
And plot with malice.
Yet, when we love.
We understand the meaning of life...
So, I wrap him in my arms.
And write for a better future.
Letters to him.
And his own.
A million miles from now.
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