My forkful of scrambled eggs trembles – yet I don’t spill any of my breakfast down my shirt.
My forearm spasms as I grip the steering wheel – yet I drive all the way home safely.
A pillar of anxiety spears through my chest, unable to breathe deeply – yet I carry on.
The first step behind us, yet many more to come on this long lonely trail, Mijo.
I am relentless – I will not surrender,
I will fight for your best interests until every single resource is exhausted
Until no breath remains in this body.
As I am to my mother so you are to me, my son.
A warm embrace, a squeeze of your hand, a brief shoulder rub
All of my love is encapsulated in these small gestures for now.
E.V. © 2015 Love Letters To Our Children