I guess I was surprised
when you became my appendage too
I didn’t know this feeling also happens
for one who did not grow inside of you
A stranger may have cut your cord
but we are connected by the same mysterious line
wherever you are, it’s close, this ball of string has little slack
one gentle tug and once again you are mine
Yes, my little appendage
a part of me, but what part, how?
Waking, sleeping, we are always attached
From 11 days old, to smiling, to crawling to now
Perhaps my arm, always cradled under you
or maybe now my hip, propped up and alert, as you grew you liked more to sit like that
or you could be my chest, as you sleep and we breathe together in and out
no, even still you are deeper than that
They say the time to amputate is soon
most get 18 years to slowly unwind the line
even then I’m sure we wonder if what we gave was enough
but somehow, through love, you can always be mine
That is the answer, then
of course, you are my heart
that part which cannot be cut out; only stretched
and in that painful stretching, you will make the room for another little heart
It’s so unbelievable how they become as if they simply are your own. We took one right out of the hospital at just a few days old for what the State said would “only be 2 weeks”. I thought I could handle that easily. But 2 weeks came. And went. And a year came. And went. And another 6 months came. And then………….the State took *MY* baby!!!
He was turned over to his biological father—-who had been using, but actually did come clean and is doing a great job. Yes, I’ve been able to somewhat “follow”, but ………………………………
I can only imagine what you will feel.
I can pray.