Inhale
Exhale
Your very first
My most important
Your hand
My thumb
You held it so tight
I couldn't hold my tears
8pm
2am
Every night
To make sure you're fed
My side
Her side
You in the middle
Across from your neglected crib
Left foot
Right foot
Your first steps
Corners were quickly covered
Fast forward
Slow down
You're getting so big
I always did my very best
She yelled
I cried
Those three words
You weren't mine
She left
You left
You met your dad
I found vices to cope
Few words
Left unsaid
You're still too young to know
That although not by blood
You were still my son.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Inhale
Exhale
Your very first
My most important
Your hand
My thumb
You held it so tight
I couldn't hold my tears
8pm
2am
Every night
To make sure you're fed
My side
Her side
You in the middle
Across from your neglected crib
Left foot
Right foot
Your first steps
Corners were quickly covered
Fast forward
Slow down
You're getting so big
I always did my very best
She yelled
I cried
Those three words
You weren't mine
She left
You left
You met your dad
I found vices to cope
Few words
Left unsaid
You're still too young to know
That although not by blood
You were still my son.
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