Attachment

hardened by what he’d seen; by life,
the reflection behind his eyes created a flutter within me

like a bee for honey, I was willing to work and eager.

I remained close.

Structured and protective, with experience as his guide, I longed for his reverence.

his strength I devoured silently but wanted to wrap myself in for all to see.

like many, I wasn’t chosen.

life is a mystery and voices often confused, so I remained hopeful – just in case.

yet the determination in his heart is wide, and he has much to attend to

and so it goes.

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9 thoughts on “Attachment

  1. Roots and wings, mom — that’s what we strive to give our young’uns (and I know how hard it is!) Pat yourself on the back for a job well done, and know he misses you as much as you miss him. Prayers for his safety!

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