I remember when the kids were young and I was their favorite person
I'd read their favorite bedtime stories
and did every voice
the way they loved it
sang them songs until their eyes slid sleepily closed and their hand slowly let go
I don't remember the last day it happened
the last day I held that place in their lives and their hearts
I blinked and it was gone
my heart aches with the pain of it
how do I hold on and let go at the same time?
you need to be who you are now
but who am I apart from you?
YOU ARE READING
Selections From The One Day Poet Volume One, full book is available on Amazon
KöltészetPoems included like: "Ghosted" Consider yourself ghosted Consider me free you no longer exist to me I'm just part of your "before" now and there's no room for you in my "after" I know may exist in the recess of your mind But you can no l...
