For Jacob
Three pairs of feet
pitter patter across the floor
But the echoes of
ones missing fill my heart more.
Arms grasping and
pleading, "pick me up, I want more"
But my arms aching
for my first of the four.
Three different
smiles, three pairs of eyes,
A shadow, a memory
– no one hears my cries.
The emptiness grows
heavier before it closes,
The thorns prick my
heart before I see roses.
Someday I’ll be
closer to seeing him
I pray before that
happens memories don’t dim.
~Jacob's Mommy
