Little One Left Behind

Sitting at the table

Handing out my wares

And meeting with old friends

The trip is more business

Than pleasure

While I hold a happy smile

Hiding the tinge of melancholy

Remembering grubby fingers

And childish laughter

From the son back home

Hoping he’s too late to care

That mommy and daddy are away

For longer than a day

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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4 Responses to Little One Left Behind

  1. what a sweet, daddy sentiment Charles, took me back to when my daughter was still a little one. i had an office in the back of the house, and all day she would tap…tap…tap on the window panes to get my attention. it’s still one of my fondest memories. thanks for the nostagic daydream and for all the likes on my words lately.

    hope the little guy was actually too late to care…..:-)

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  2. Ry Summers's avatar Sahm King says:

    Ah, gees man. I actually felt the impact of this one. Stay up, dude. Keep your smile on, brotha.

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    • Thanks. It’s been easier than my wife and I thought. We haven’t been away from our son for an entire weekend since June 2010. Sounds like he took it better than us. Hopefully, he’s happy to see us tomorrow.

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