13 August 2007, 8:20 AM
I held your hand as we walked
into the school today. You seemed
so confident, for a moment I thought
you'd prefer to walk not so close.
I loosened my grip.
You tightened yours,
so I didn't let go. I never will really
understand what makes me fear
for you. I know you're ready.
Everything was perfect.
I saved my tears for the hallway
and walked away with a boy-sized ache
in my heart, realizing all the precious
time that's gone- the time I missed
when you might have come home
mid-day, and we would have
sat in the dining room together
eating cookies, drinking milk
and talking about finger-painting
projects, incomplete, but soon to be
proudly displayed on refrigerator doors.