Fatherhood Drabble

Jul 03, 2006 16:40


I cradle him in my arms just as I did the day he arrived at my home.  His body, now a husk, was once so full of life.  Every limb and digit was miniature when he was a young boy.  His smiles and laughter seemed endless.

I expected I would love him, but I never thought I would love him this much.  My chest hurts.  Someone has ripped my heart from me.  My boy became a man and now he is dead.  He loved too much; his heart gave out.  His birth parents will never know how wonderful he was.

drabble, exercise

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