"On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
For fun,
for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration
at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful
minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write
without worrying if it’s just right or not."
Today's prompt: Broken
And the little boy sleeps.
Sweetly.
Knows nothing of this world
My brokenness
Just the sweet sound of rest
Someday he will be a man
It'll flash through my mind,
His first christmas
His first day of school
His big exam
The moment he receives his diploma
The day he marries
He'll know of My constant sadness
He'll know me.
But for now,
He sleeps
and I am.. perfect.
Sad, but sweet. Oh the brokenness each soul has. Thank you for sharing from your heart.
ReplyDeleteAmazing how time moves on and our perspective of the world (and ourselves) with it.
ReplyDeleteIt is so grace-filled and nourishing the way our tiny children see only the best in us. This was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing. I read a few of your older entries so I could get a context. I pray you will not always have a sadness that your son will see, that some day you will find a way around it so he will always see you as the beautiful person you are. Have a blessed Resurrection Sunday. :)
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