A thousand tears or more these eyes have cried, and a thousand more lay in wait bathed with them, and yet my heart is still broken, and all within me aches with the loss of my Little Boy 😔
There is never a time for this that is right, never a way to prepare the heart for this rift you have passed through my arms too soon, like sand flowing through fingers I could not hold you here, though I would try.😔
I know that your spirit flies free, and in the quiet depths of my heart, I can see you still in the rhythm of the waves upon the shore in the crisp fall air that fills my chest and the iridescent sparkle of each dragonfly skimming the stifle between heaven and earth.😔
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