breathe.

Thats all
I can do

To get
The tears
To stop

Falling.

I keep
Looking
At your
Picture

First day
Of
2nd grade

And the
Flood
Begins.

Sad
That I
Can’t see

You.

Yet
Happy
To see

You.

Looking so
Tall
And
Grown up.

Hope someday
I can
Hug and
Hold you

Again.

I love you
Little Mack.