Arms

Arms

These arms once held you as a baby.
Warm and safe, you snuggled to my chest sleeping in your peace.

These arms grappled with you as you tried to encompass me
Your tiny arms attempting to enfold me as I held you tight.

Coming home from work, your tiny arms flailed toward me as you ran
To capture now a leg as if to stop me from ever leaving again.

I miss your arms.

You are now old enough to share your arms with those you chose.
And you chose not me.

The pain we have both gone through has caused you to hold only yourself
And others.

I hope and pray for the day that your arms will hold me again, tight.