Bryce S.

In My Mother’s Shoes...

I am Connie

I wonder when we will sell the house

I hear the kids running for a hug

I see them playing with each other

I want to keep them little forever

I am their caregiver

I pretend that  they are still babies

I feel there soft hands and cheeks

I touch the memories of them laughing, in my hart

I understand that they might not stay little forever

I say, “ I love you,” when ever I see them

I dream that they will stay little