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Always

At times I sit and wonder how it is that my son has the capacity to exist, still
Two years and three months, yet always ever-present
Always no more than a heartbeat within, not away

Often, I wonder how can that be
Love never dies but the feeling is deeper than that
Always a determined child, his current grows stronger, still

At times I think and fear I’ve created a false reality for myself
A fairy-tale safe place to exist
But really, it’s quite the opposite

This is reality, my reality, our reality
How I choose to exist within it is my choice
And maybe it’s the same way for my son

Always near and dear, always a part of my every day
Because that’s how he chooses to exist
Always my determined boy, always with me, still

Never my “Once Upon a Time”
But forever and undeniably my “There Is”