You inspire me. I don't even like poetry very much (shh, don't tell my students).
Holding You
Holding you
charges my batteries
and all the lists slip away.
I have to, I want to, I can't
All that matters is that my arms
are strong enough
to hold you up.
We melt together,
inhaling your sweet scent
as your breath rises and falls softly,
two back to being just one again.
All that matters is that my heart
beats steadily
to the rhythm of your name.
Love you, sweet boy.
Mom
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