she fed him
he was sleeping angelically
a slow smile spread... on his cherubic face
she kept watching him, like every morning ritual
like a silent daily prayer
he was her heart, her soul out there in a live tiny human form
she kept watching, as in trance...
he is such a wee thing and yet fills up the room...
and fills her up
in trance, an hour passed... like a blink
watching... it was eons
and she almost retraced her steps back
but it HAD to be done
even for him
she got up..
stepped up and over the ledge
flyin like a bird she always wanted to be
she would be great for him... as an angel
mornings are like this, these days
the handwritten note just said: "i know you will love him as much as i do...pls take care of him...and am sorry.... i dont think, am a good mother"