Happy Birthday SonOne

We Could Try It Again

Sometimes I think how lucky I am

to have a child who hasn’t had

any of those “childhood problems”.

But once, maybe twice –

you did wet the bed.

You’d wake up crying

in the middle of the night,

saying you were cold.

I stormed into your room,

and yanked you out of bed,

screaming, hissing, furious –

sleep comes hard for someone

with a dead baby.

I think my fury

scared you from ever

wetting the bed again.

Oh my little toddler son –

how I wish I could start

all over again with us.

I would be there for you –

instead of with

your dead brother,

those couple of years

after he died.

Go ahead little boy of mine,

wet the bed all you want

and let me show you

that I can be quiet and understanding

when a three-year old pees his bed

in the middle of the night.

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Just Call Me Reminiscing

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Comments

[Imelda / GreenishLady]

Oh... that's so sad, and you are so brave to name those memories.

[MsShad]

I probably should have mentioned that I wrote this about 18? years ago?