I pulled back the shawl
growing over a perfect smile,
and his hands reached out to be lifted.
It was the first time he gave me a hug.
It’s easy to loose yourself in a child’s embrace.
A short burst of love, and your body frees
from your soul. Unlike his other firsts,
I never told you of this. This one was mine.
And with his first steps, from my arms
to yours, I watched the light in your face,
saw we were sharing the same dream.
There have been decades of moments,
so many to remember, but that first hug;
that was special. Sometimes a dream slips
through your fingers and you never hear it break.
It’s easy to loose yourself in that silence.
Maybe I shouldn’t have let go.
Rowland Hughes ©