My heart can only
feel his pain
as he cries out in silence
drawing
me close
with sketches
He flicks his hand across the paper
pretending to erase,
cleverly removing me
from his field of vision
Mother and son connection
a generous gift
though, even a white lie is too rich in color to keep hidden
Breaking into his creations
The flood gates open
Here come the long lost tears
My sweet B
Told you no walls