When they took him away

at night,
i hold my son close
to calm his painful tears.
i pull him near my chest,
so he may hear my heart beat
and hush.

i speak,
in quiet tones,
of his father,
the man he will never know.
i speak
of the person
that will never know
the son he created
with me.

i close my weary eyes
and think of
how lonely i am,
and remember the way it felt
when they took my child
away from me.