Friday, June 16, 2023

growing up ashwin

I have a boy
11 going on 12.

Heaven forbid 
I hold his hand in public
but ... 
-11 going on 12 -
the 'going' is key 
in particular the -ing
a process that continues,
hopefully infinitely.

I hold close the moments 
when we watch a candlelight concert - 
he leans his head on my shoulder;
a movie at home- 
he pulls me close so we can snuggle. 

Today, he asked me 
to walk him to class,
past a tiny but barky dog, 
nevermind he went in
without saying bye. 

I smile a secret smile.
He needed me.
He warms my heart, 
my little man. 

We never stop needing our parents though we may show it less and less.

I reach for my phone
to call my mum,
just to say hi.

I'm sure I warmed her heart too.

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