The Aftermaths of Losing a Child
Some take pictures -
I take pen in hand
wanting to capture
my son in the sand.
He advances in bravery
after each visit with Dad,
tackling bigger feats,
making me proud but sad.
Will he grow up sure and strong
with me as his mom?
Fear lasts so long.
He runs away from me,
daily he grows...
more boy than baby
in every way, it shows.
He rushed back,
Mom, mom, did you see?
Yes, honey, I did.
"I'm big", he says, "Watch me".
Please be careful.
How am I ever going to be able
to let you grow up
without my eagle eye
to protect you every second?
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