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Wednesday, October 10, 2018

When I held you

Image: Heartfelt

Oh my son
How you were the one
Who held my gaze
As I pondered your face.
Oh my son
How my thoughts still run
As I go back to that time
When you were mine.
Here I go
When there was no tomorrow
Even as I would hold
You ever so cold.
As I beheld your weight
And pondered your fate
Knowing you’d never grow old
Yet I wanted your story told.
With my senses I beheld
Even your body I smelled
Accepting your life was sold
As your witness was manifold.
Know matter what I did
I knew you’d stay a kid
And my voice was compelled
Even as “No!” I yelled.
And then the moment it comes
Remembering you numbs
Your presence upheld
That moment unparalleled.

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