Those Dying of Radiation Never Knew

Truman’s first memory was green
guffaws: two years old he toddles
behind a frog.  Each leap
cracks him up anew. 
His grandmother marks
what an exceptional boy
little Harry is, full of the spirit
of mirth at the tender age of two.
God bless the child.  God bless the frog.

First published in Spillway, 23 June, 2015