I watch him wildly grow,
softly change,
and tragically disappear
As I fall like heavy snow
and land caged
and silent to his ear
I lose myself as witness
humbled in awe
by his brilliance and beauty
Then find myself in bitterness
alone and raw
by his distance and apathy
I creep to became audience
to his peaceful slumber
to breathe in his sweetness
Before it becomes thunder
My heart mourns the loss
as my son becomes man
as I cling to the memories
of his tiny clenched hand
I fear all my decisions...
That I will never truly know
what he really needs
Or how and when to let go
His footprints scream “chase me!”
As they loudly slap the ground
And then become distant whispers
Unable to be found
so I tiptoe softly
around his vanishing heart
and feel mine tragically breaking
As its slowly torn apart
