I left you, my beauty.

My grandboy.

The breath in my lungs.

A flight to catch

A world to live in for

Four years.

I missed you, my boy.

My gorgeous.

Every breath was without you

And I couldn’t breathe

Without you,

My beauty.

My baby.

My grandson.

My whole life.

The Fifty Word Challenge by Mother Hen.  

Thank you so much for stopping by! Poetry is not generally my thing, and now I remember why! Having struck a massively painful chord, I believe I will dry my tears and wait another year before attempting another poem… 🙂

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Both my beautiful grandbabies, four years later…