There comes a softening — to cantucci

There comes a softening — to cantucci

There comes a softening...

...to cantucci
when dunked in milk
by a five year old
waiting for his father's voice...

...while sirens scream a mile away:
fire... a young man trapped... burnt flesh,
a wreckage of a speeding car
that won't reach home.

And now the side door opens
this stormy night
to whoops and hugs...
while his father's raincoat drips.

But...
in another house...
two cookies wait;
a child sits.

© Kåre Enga [171.S4] 13.diciembre.2014

~16-17 lines Note: cantucci (canTOOCH) is a biscotti.

Submitted to Round 100 Sept/Oct 2021 "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" 
Original in blog entry "There comes a softening... (S1,S2,S3,S4)"  and compilation "There comes an—incomplete compilation"