I’m sorry you choose not to be there
Or to be there when he is born,
when eternity folds into itself
and he takes his first tiny breath
I’m sorry you won’t hear his cry,
The small, precious sound
You won’t see the way he fits
perfectly into my arms.
I’m sorry you won’t witness how love arrives
without asking permission
he will be loved with every bit of my own.
He will grow surrounded in safety and beauty.
In your absence,
he will never be without wonder.
But it breaks something in me
to know you chose not to stand beside him
that you choose not to stand in that room
when the world made room
for just him, my tiny darling.