A Fearful Goodbye
My lip quivers as I try to hold it in.
The pain and tears from having to say goodbye again.
And yet he looks so strong, so brave.
Through sniffles "I love you, I miss you already, you behave."
I say to try and hold onto some normalcy.
But crouched down, in his eyes I can see.
My little boys afraid, his excitement impaired.
This is a lot for an eight year old to have prepared.
On one hand he misses his mother, who moved far away.
On the other he'll miss his daddy, to whom with he wants to stay.
"I love you so much too!" He gets out with watery eyes.
I squeeze him tight, no longer able to hold back my cries.
And as he walks away, my heart starts sinking and drowning.
He's almost to the end, he turns and looks at me,
tear on his cheek and frowning.
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