"My son called to me that God was inside his red fire engine. He wanted to show me. I did move as fast as I could, spilling like water through the kitchen door into a summer day, but God had left by the time I got there. My son smiled, told me I'd missed him by seconds."

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Source : Deborah Keenan (2011). “Willow Room, Green Door: New and Selected Poems”, p.85, Milkweed Editions

Deborah Keenan

#Summer Quotes #Moving Quotes #Son Quotes

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