Tuesday, May 2, 2023

On Dad’s Birthday By Keith Pearson

Everyone froze.

The glass turned slowly

On its side.

We waited for it to stop

But it did not 

Just turning there

Slow and steady

On the smooth marble counter.

‘Do you think it’s a sign?’

Someone asked.

‘It can’t be’ I said.

‘He was always a glass half full

Kind of guy.’




keith pearson was born and raised in new hampshire and works at a local high school in the math department.

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