Go ahead and cry

Go ahead and cry

These are the hardest times for me. 
There have only been a few.
You cry out for him, and I cry with you. 

What am I supposed to say,
When your squeezing the bear made from his shirt.
I wipe your tears, wishing I could take away the hurt. 

Your scared and you are lonely. Emotions that you shouldn’t have to feel. 
Your only Nine years old and all of this is so real. 

I wish I could turn back time, and change the past.
I wish I could make it so this pain wouldn’t last.

I will hold you baby, because I can’t tell you why,
I love you my son, just go ahead and cry. 




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