i see him cradle his head
inside the palm of my hand
it seems to bring comfort
this cushioning, maternal protection
i see him and my heart wells up
with love but also with sadness
that i don't have multiples of these hands
all of them dexterous and able
able to juggle the multitudes I contain
love but also ambition
nurture but also desire
to be more, much more
i wait a split second
then pull my hand away gently
to finish typing that urgent message.
my son must learn to live without
inside the palm of my hand
it seems to bring comfort
this cushioning, maternal protection
i see him and my heart wells up
with love but also with sadness
that i don't have multiples of these hands
all of them dexterous and able
able to juggle the multitudes I contain
love but also ambition
nurture but also desire
to be more, much more
i wait a split second
then pull my hand away gently
to finish typing that urgent message.
my son must learn to live without
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