Could we just freeze time at five?
Pause the smile in mid-giggle.
Suspend the reasonably weighted piggy-back ride.
Hesitate the sweet hand I hold.
His sentences still start with mommy.
His walk to class is beside me.
His run ends with a jump into my arms.
Could we just freeze time at five?
Pause the jump on the bed in mid-air.
Suspend the endless spelling questions.
Hesitate the exuberant hug.
His footsteps are quick in my direction.
His bath is voluntarily assisted.
His run ends with a jump into my arms.
Could we just freeze time at five?
Pause the speech with blurry R’s and L’s.
Suspend the enthusiastic plot-less stories.
Hesitate the wiggle in my lap.
His look searches for my approval.
His lunch requires oatmeal.
His run ends with a jump into my arms.
If I had the power, would 5 be forever?
Only if the promise of six wasn’t so great…
Happy 6th Birthday Rhett.
I love you.
Um, Holly, that was beautiful!
Birthdays are always bittersweet.
Always.