Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

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Yesterday,
We had a Father’s Day Party.

All the kids came,
and spouses.

Born and unborn.
14 of us.

Baby boy Hoo,
11 months,
everyone was watching him,
and no one was watching him.

Everyone talking and laughing,
and eating.

Suddenly The Professor yells out,
“Hoo fell down the stairs!”

Down the basement stairs,
a long concrete staircase to the basement,
15 stairs to a concrete floor.

Everyone ran,
I saw my baby grandchild lying at the bottom on his stomach not moving.

The professor scooped him up and together we ripped his clothes off
and checked his breathing,
his eyes,
his limbs,
feeling for rising bumps along his head,
checked his mouth for teeth knocked out.

His mother, Eggs,
screaming in the background,
Is he okay!? Is he okay!?

Hoo was crying,
we handed him off to her.

I looked at The Professor,
my son soon off to medical school,
“Amazing”, he said,
“He doesn’t have a mark on him.”

I answered him,
“It’s a miracle.”

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