 e was born that day twenty-one years ago, a child of my body.
He was my own.
I loved him, I stroked him, I placed him at my breast.
His soft blue eyes met mine, his tiny fingers closed on my own. Where does he leave off,
I wondered; where do I begin.
He was my own.
He grew, his body changed, his mind developed, he spoke.
This is a separate being, I said, with a will of its own.
But I saw myself there in each passing day, in every expression, every word,
every tear that was shed.
He was my own.
I couldn't save him from the sorrows of life. That wasn't in the rules.
He had to find his own way, fight his own battles, win his own rewards.
But in my heart we were eternally connected.
He was my own.
Now he has left me to swim out to sea. He knows I'm calling, yet he'd deaf to my pleas.
In my eyes he has seen what I have seen.
He's seen our oneness, our infinite connection.
He's frightened of that which he sees.
My own
God please protect him.
The universe is too treacherous for one so fragile.
My arms can't reach to pull him back from the edge.
Only you God can shelter this precious commodity:
a life, a soul, a swimmer lost at sea.
Me
Like time racing backwards, I feel him again inside me,
safe and protected. Today is his birthday, so
please let it be.
That this day marks the rebirth of the child that was me.
But this time, I beg you, create a new spiritual being.
Take away my darkness, my burden. God, please, I plea.
Yes,
He was my own
But let him no longer be.
Let him become the person he was destined to be.
Let him be your child only.
Don't let him be me.
For this, I'll be forever grateful, for then he'll be
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