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For Dakota
by Ben Cecil
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My Son, A new generation of hope So much promise, my heart elated Wide eyes, you engage with your world Learning every day, new words, new ideas You look to me with great satisfaction with what you can do I hold you in my arms, safe and with adoration You grow...and you change. No longer do you engage with your world Your eyes are shallow pools, the depth is gone Language is lost, words can no longer explain The losses we both feel. Thoughts turn to straws at which I grasp Trying to understand how you see the world now. You seem distrant, lost in a world you do not understand In a world I do not understand. Barriers rise. I reach out - you shut me out. My heart sinks. I try to hold you, but you push me away. In a rare moment of lucidity, you tell me your world is a blur Where everything has become strange, unfamiliar Life is a fog. I am here, son. I am here with you in the fog, standing beside you As I have always been. A new straw is found. I latch on to it and I begin to see the world Through your eyes. Your actions begin to make sense, your words no longer strange to me Your expressions of affection, masked for so long, while subtle, are Now glaringly obvious. Small steps forward, new advancements, better connections Are made between us every day. I understand you so much better. I can now speak to you in such a way that you can hear me When I say, "I love you." I will always love you, no matter how thick the fog. My eyes are wide as I engage with your world So much new promise, I am elated for you...with you A new generation of hope is borne. My son.
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