Little Boy Watching

This little boy watching is my heart’s strongest beat. Always there, dark-eyed warm-pensive, he joins me watching the shifting movements of change and time. On this cool first October night we sit together, the long road we’ve travelled stretching out behind us as we face a new bend in the road; the day our father never met. His tears and mine mark this moment as true. Our hands clasped tight, and the clock ticks on.

This little boy smiling knows me well as I know him. Into the sunlight now he comes, chin rising, eyes strong, words crisp clear with autumn clarity, the glow of life in his cheeks, a ray of hope like a brand new friend in his heart. I watch him smiling, knowing his freedom grows with each passing day, that his father loved him a universe, and I do too. We three are now one.

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