Son
too much
I remember the touch
of your tiny hand
holding my breast
a bottle you gripped
and the pull of milk
the heavy ponderous
weight when you would cry
and I can still feel the ache
of need and want
I used to lean over your crib
to watch you breathe
a different sort of ache
until I handed you
over to God because
He is a better mother than I.
Now we look eye
to eye and you
need a different sort
of sustenance from me
Today is my oldest child's 14th birthday. I do not know where the years have gone. Happy Birthday, my dear Doodle. I am so proud of you and so glad to be your mother.
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