He lay on my bed
watching the Disney channel
as always,
I crept up beside him
laid my head on
his pillow.
He remained still
nor did he acknowledge
I was there.
I felt him breathing,
soft and sweet . . .
like him.
He did not seem
to mind me
being right there
so I snuggled closer
just to feel
him, just to touch
to be a part
of this child
my son.
After a moment
he turned to me,
then reaching towards me
he took his
tattered blanket,
and carefully
tenderly
laid it on me,
tucked me in,
as I had done to him,
so many times.before.
And I lay there
with my tears
and my son,
together on the bed
wrapped in a tattered blanket.
There is joy
in simple moments,
there is magic
in the little things
