The Little Mother
Silent Night
Holy Night
All is calm
All is bright…
That was so long ago…
What are the fears and stirrings I feel tonight.
Something is happening.
I cannot stop the current…
He walks and talks and touches
but there is sadness in his eyes.
He does not hold my pleading gaze… but looks away…
What do I do?
What can I do?
He knows…
I feel it is something terrible.
I wait…
I worry. I love him.
I no longer have my precious silent night.
My heart does not feel calm
nor bright.
It is getting darker.
So dark it is hard for me to breath.
I am a little mother…
His mother and
I feel the very things
he does-
but on my inside.
What will happen?
Where is the angel who told me…
Fear not…
