My last post was sad, so I decided to post this little poem I wrote about missing holding my baby, now that he has grown.

Baby Andrew (2009)

Ten years you’ve been gone from me.
If I close my eyes, I can still hear your
 gentle sighs as you sleep, contently
snuggled in tight against my chest.
My untamed fingertips can’t resist
touching your translucent cheek,
setting your tiny mouth to suckling.

Oh, to feel your slight weight again.

The door slams, ending my reverie.
Here you are, my sweet big boy,
wondering what’s for dinner.

© Liza Bennett
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