A lonesome stream of salty water flowed down her eyes wetting his shirt
A hot blast of air flared through her nose warming his neck
A minuscule wail escaped her lips ringing in his ears
Thick red fluid rushed to her fingertips as she clutched his shirt like it was his soul
Thin black strings shot straight up on her back as words flowed through his lips
A simple mundane touch was her undoing
She wanted him to stay, but couldn't make him
So she held the 3 year old boy who swore to never leave his mommy
And waved back at the 23 year old man so he could start his journey fighting along side the brave
For that she knew he was a wonderful little boy
She didn't have words to describe her misery and pride
Other than mother.
