The Silent Deep lies in deepest sleep. Here. Under this roof.
His smile heals all the far apart, and there is no part of him that is not a man.
Still my boy, you know.
But a man.
I am his mama.
I am his thankful mama.
Just taking this huge breath.
And as he becomes more...
yes, it's true.
I become less because a young man's glory is his strength.
And it makes me smile.
Because I'm a bit tired there, resting my head under his chin.
All the children home, and how could I take such a gift for granted?
ALL here. ALL home.