His parents split up and my grandson Terry leaves to live out of state with his mother only.


Terry Goes Away

That last day you fell asleep, your little head
Just under my chin,
Warm baby-breath on my chest
Soft arms around my neck,
And I thought I would never be able to
Let you go when you awoke.
Thought, oh, I'll miss you so.
Prayed, God, keep him safe.
Cried, just a little,
So as not to wake you.
Then your Mama came to get you,
Her father took your car seat to his car,
Your Daddy carried you out, holding so tight.
Then he strapped you in and kissed your nose.
We watched the car carry you away.
Your Daddy still clutched your little red sandals
That held your baby footprints.





Poetry by Becca Allison
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Written on 2008-04-21 at 18:19

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Hagzissa
That is so sad! I do hope you get to see him often anyway, kids do need to know both sides of the families.
Well written and heartbreaking text!
Oh, and I don't recall your name here so guessing you're new here to poetbay? Very welcome!!!
/Jeanette
2008-04-21