This poem by Joshua Fitzhugh won third place in our LittWorld 2018 writing contest. Judges commented, “Short, evocative and impactful piece. Assured writing, excellent command of language,” and “There is a lot of hidden passion for God that’s contagious.” Participants were invited to submit an original piece of writing that helps readers see the truth
By Joshua Fitzhugh The tiny shadow of a snowflake, The quiet echo of a tear, The dim light of a distant candle In a room filled with fear. A mother’s cries are deep cries, dark cries, long cries, For the son who is not coming home. She’s thinking: Is he drinking? Is he slinking,
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