
I am speechless. I know not what to say or even what to think. He is my son, That tiny child who peers up at me with blank eyes, Wondering who is the young man standing over him. He does not know me. He never will. Look at him. A miracle. Surely he is magic. I wonder how our secret will be kept. His eyes will surely give us away - they are so like mine. He does not reach up his tiny hands and touch the face of his father. I, who need an angel’s touch most. Ah, my heart, My heart will break straight away! He holds my heart in his tiny, careless fingers. Though it causes me pain, Oh precious, precious agony, May he never let it go. |
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