Tonight my son is with his mom. It is where he goes every other weekend, Thursday evenings and one month in the summer.
I miss him.
Sometimes I hold back from giving him every last ounce of my love.
Because I do not have all of him.
And it hurts too much.
I have lost him before and I survived.
But not completely intact.
One day he will be neither here nor there.
He will be grown and making his own choices about where he goes.
And I will miss him then.
As I do now.
And I will wonder if he is happy and safe and well loved.
As I do now.
Sleep well Sweet Pea. Child of my heart.
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