I miss you -
possibly more than ever,
for I am a mother too now
and I want you to be here.
I wish you could see
your beautiful grandson -
so tiny and fragile
so helpless
yet so perfect
in every way.
The love I feel is
overwhelming -
just like my grief
for you.
I thought that I was done with crying
but now
I realise
there is so much more
that you can never tell me.
So much
that I can never ask.
But, for now, I go.
I need to go to him.
I must tend to him
because he is here,
needing me.
Just as I once needed you.
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