There is a pulse in my veins
your blood and mine
mingled together
coursing through two bodies
bonded from before time.
I held you in my arms,
cradled you in the shadow
of my smile, fed you
what I had eaten. You tasted
everything that I tasted. Drank
everything that I drank.
I felt your feet pushing
against my ribs. You were molded
from my bone, pared from my flesh.
You are far away now. Living in
another state, grown into a uniform;
yet still connected, still mine.
Your breath ever on my heart,
the beat of your heart pulsing out
my favorite tune. You are never
out of my sight nor far from my mind.
For you are the pulse in my veins,
the blood of my blood, the son
whom I bore. Nothing can ever separate
us. No, not even the grim tide of war.
There is a God far greater
that cradles us both in His Hand. |
