8.1.2023 - Disconnect

8.1.2023
Disconnect

Tiny toes leaving prints in the sand,
Golden curls or tousled black mane,
Grasping fingers with mini nails,
Eyes of any color.
Memories vibrant and etched indelible,
That first big yawn,
The debate of gas or grins,
Live, learn, get Luvs.
Blessed are the firstborn,
Theirs is an answer to questions,
Their mother never knew to ask.
Yet, I will never count fingers and toes,
I will never know what I cannot learn.
First day of school and skinned playground knees,
Will not be mine to see.
I try to embrace the disconnect.
Strive to ignore all my peers as parents.
I fail sometimes.
It was never possible,
Nor did I want them.
I get lonely for what might have been,
But only sometimes.