He wakes up in the
predawn hour
Waits patiently as I shower
Watches a mindless show
Listens intently
Before I have to go
Wipes a tear and asks me
What I do
Will I be back
In an hour
Or two
Softly this heartbroken mother
Gently explains
Feeling all of his wracking pains
Mama's gotta go
Travel to another traveling show
Concrete therapist
Leaving at an early hour
He doesn't break down
Nestled atop his perfect head
Remains the crown
He sees every hospital as a magical place
oh because, because
That's where Mommy works
We slay the dragon
Every single night
Without a breathless fight
I hold him close
A perfect boy
Round cheeks
Button nose
Savoring all the time I have
As my day is cut in half
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