Friday, November 4, 2011

Little man, little man.

Little man , little man, look at you now!  In Chinese class the other night, we learned the word for "self satisfied" and that it can have a positive meaning.  You are self satisfied, clapping for yourself with joy.
I remember when you came, all skin and bones and hyper-vigilent and hungry.  I remember that you couldn't lift your head up.  I remember the sweetness of you.  I think about your parents a lot and I wonder if they remember you.  How much they are missing.
Here are the words that you will never read but I pray that they are tucked in your heart.  I will always remember you, my darling boy.  You are the child of my heart.  You will not always remember me but a part of me will always be in your heart.  Remember the love, my love.  You have mine forever.  Remember.\



 



From Five minute Fridays- Five minutes of unedited, unscripted writing.  Today's word:  Remember
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7 comments:

Pam Terrell said...

Tears here. What joy! What love!

proverbs31heart said...

I enjoyed visiting your site and can feel the immense and intense love that you have for your precious little man. A belated Happy Birthday to him! :) Have a blessed day! <3

Sharon said...

What a gift you are to him, just as I know he is most certainly to you. Don't you just love our Father's gifts to us that we never knew we needed and wanted so. I beleive God has a plan for your little man.

Tarasview said...

gah! This made me cry! Love that baby. Love you.

Christine said...

tearing up here...

Anonymous said...

I thought of this poem when I read your post...
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
He is a very lucky little boy!

Walking to China said...

That poem is so lovely! I may have to put that up on the actual blog. Thank you.