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”
