Are you happy mamma?
Asks my darling son.
He feels when I am in pain.
He feels when I feel calm.
He feels when I feel happy.
He feels when I feel sad.
He is all but three years young.
Alas, if only you could feel.
All the things that my little one feels.
For he feels them when he is with his ma.
Sometimes cuddled up,
Sometimes playing,
Sometimes just simply being there with me.
All I need is to feel loved,
All I need is your precious time,
For one day when I am not here I know I will be missed.
Please do not wait.
For one day it will be too late.
I feel alone.
Sitting here holding this glass of red,
That longs to be shared with you.
That belongs to all the stories wanting to be told.
Those stories on the tip of my tongue,
Waiting to be heard,
Waiting to be laughed at,
Waiting, simply waiting.
Then lost.
Forgotten.
To be turned into sorrow.
Anguish.
Pain.
That I feel right now.
With this glass of red as my companion.
That my little one feels when he is with me.
That if only you could feel if you were with me.
Simply be.
With me.
Sharing your laughter,
Sharing your stories,
Sharing your thoughts.
That is all I ache for.
I want.
I need.
You.
I am lost without you.