I had it the other way around.

Years before my son died, when he was around six years old, I wrote the following to him, his younger brother, Nate, and his baby sister, Laura. Naturally, as you will see, I imagined I would pass away first. Instead, he did.

 

To Alex, Nate and Laura

The night that you were born
all that I could do was stare
I watched you through the glass
but you didn’t see me there

The day we brought you home
to your room atop the stair
I watched you while you slept
but you didn’t see me there

The time you first felt pain
it was more than I could bear
I rocked you while you slept
but you didn’t see me there

Your first day at school
you ran and played without a care
I watched you on the playground
but you didn’t see me there

The day you move way from home
I’ll say a little prayer
from the threshold of your bedroom
but you won’t see me there

And one day when I’m gone
and you’re the least aware
I will still be watching you
but you won’t see me there

 

KIDS YOUNG 5

 

 

 

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