I kiss his temple, his sleeping face much like the little boy I used to carry. His six-foot-plus frame fills his bed, and yet in my eyes, he is small. I am thankful for the hours he invited me into his life today, yet beaten by the guilt that I still want what we had..
My senses take in the musk of his almost-man head. I know what I have; I know what we lost and I whisper, "God, bless this child".
Bless him for the sister he lost, the parts of his mother and father he lost, the days that should have been.
God, bless this child.
He takes the SAT tomorrow, and I know he longs for the sarcastic voice he heralded to say, "Whatever- You're a freak."
At the end of the day, where I lost more in the fight than I won, there is thankfully, a prayer. If there is nothing else, there is a prayer.
God, bless this child.
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