“Your oldest will look so big all of a sudden”
How how? did your little feet come to seem so grown up?
When
you hold him
he is
tiny and you’ve grown,
grown Gone
are the days of just
me and you,
me and you,
you and me,
i miss the
“just us”
“you’re my best bud”
even as i’m in this joy
-full phase my heart
crying this loss
This is always how it is shedding a skin, closing chapter mourning while so happy, and that is the light and darkness of painting we live in a world of beautiful lighting and contrast and warmth, my heart has grown and my life is bigger and both joy and I guess this grief are wanted in this family of 4
“Do you think joy can just grow?” i ask
“Can i pick up this feather, mom?” you respond.
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