by Melody McCaid
You spent the weekend with us,
It was nice….
It was very scary and never wracking, but I got over it.
You didn’t cry when I held you in my arms.
I am glad you didn’t.
And when he held you it looked so natural
I almost cried….
I know you’re doing well with them,
I know that this is for the best,
It just hurts sometimes
in my chest….
I try to fight it
like it doesn’t bother me….
But it does….
But when I saw you this weekend I was so happy
And I thought to myself, “I did the best.”