My little boy.
Walking...unsure...to the doorway.
I feel your hand search for mine
and wrap around my fingers.
Suddenly, I am transported.
Past days, over months, through years...
to when I first felt your tiny hand
stretch to hold my smallest finger
in an effort to ground yourself
in a moment when you were surrounded
by the unknown.
In an instant I knew you were
Each sigh, every cry
Each wiggle, every snuggle
Each breath, every movement
I see your smile.
And I'm drawn from my memories -
from what seems only minutes ago.
and your hand,
so tightly squeezing mine.
I look around at other mothers lost in time.
And off you go to meet their miracles.
My little man.
Phew! Nothin' like a little cathartic free verse. Yeah...I'm totally bringing tissues to the real first day next week!