Morning Poem # 2

Because his small hand fits into my palm still,
I hold my breath and feel the gills of my heart
pummel inside my chest.
There is no way for keeping this;
like stacking bags of sand
against the jetty,
crumbling
no way to keep back his tide of growing up.
“I’m you’re a little bit big boy,” he whispers
against my cheek in the […]