it's amazing the marks time leaves on you
seconds
and years begin to blend
there are times
constantly
that I stop myself
and tell myself to take this second in
because I want to remember this
when I hold my son tight to my chest
and feel him twisting my hair in his fingers
I cry
there is nothing more to say
I never want to forget that feeling
holding him
my life
my everything
the tiny thing that humbles me
and make me thankful and deserving
every second of this life
how meaningless a world without him would be
and he continually remains as my focus
I hope I can be true to him
sometimes it scares me
he is so precious
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my life has been spent waiting for people in almost every form
waiting...I guess it suits me
patiently holding out for things
aged things
slowly me
it becomes you
the silence
and patience
the small anticipation of every noise
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