I never put you down, the days you were mine. Like a baby bird, you cooed while I hummed into the crook of your neck. While nursing, your gaze was absolute. When your birth mother changed her mind, I swaddled you into a blanket smelling of milk and powder and relinquished you. I heard she changed your name, kept your first weeks a secret. You are twenty, and I wonder: Are you the son your mother dreamed of? If you are reading this now, I wanted you to know that I never put you down the days you were mine.
That was a beautiful reflection!
"I never put you down the days you were mine." Gorgeous, Laura.