My beautiful boy...how I have failed you.
Failed to keep you safe.
Failed to keep you secure in knowing.
That you are the very essence of goodness. Pure. Sensitive. Vulnerable.
What hardship is this that you currently bear? Why can't I take it away? Why can't I make it better?
Did I ever? Did I ever really, truly ever make it better? Born so perfect, so knowing, so sweet.
How I would love to hold your beautiful little self in my arms again; angelic blond curls; cherubic face. Truly, truly a gift.
How can I keep you from despair if I myself surrender?
