Divi for short

And she called him "Divine"

simply because of how he looked in the moonlight,

and when she picked him up the dried tears on his cheeks like rain drops glistened

as if it were a thin film and he stared at her yet he did not cry, yell, or whine.

Instead he reached, wrapped his fingers which knew no strife around her pinky and cooed

as if to reassure her that was indeed his name.

So she brought him inside, safe from the dimly lit dangerous streets

and sat in her rocking chair by the fire as her tea brewed.

Unaware that the man who left him on her doorstep stood in the shadows

watching and wishing that his son would live a good life without him.

He shed yet another tear like the ones he dropped onto his sons face as he let him go

when he accepted he was no longer his father, but a man meant for the gallows.

As he faded into the darkness he couldn't help but smile while he recalled the words that left the womans mouth not to long ago.

thinking to himself of how he would tell his wife the tale of what happened once he was reunited with her in the afterlife,

"And she called him Divine."