Mother’s Day - 3

You’re getting ready to turn

I can feel it

In my bones

Or

More importantly

In my gut

My last baby

My peacemaker

My pacemaker

My pacifier

Your sweetness

Is unparalleled

Your innocence

Everything

Your empathy

A burden to most

A gift to you

Intensely aware

Every hand held

Crossing the street

May be my last

You allow it

Just one

More

Time

Even as your hormones rage

Stop embarrassing me Mom!

But your empathy

Keeps you from

That one

Last

Time

And I see you

And I promise

To let go

Soon

So soon

But not too soon

Not

Too

Soon