Soon He’ll Run

I miss the days when he needed me for simple things

Like getting up or going places

Or even reaching for a ball

These days long minutes go by with him just watching or eating or playing

So when he cries for me or scratches my face or reaches for my hand

I put away my phone, put down my book, or even stop eating,

Refusing to think about a time when he won’t need me at all

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