February 15th.

In grandma’s old sweater that we all fight over, I held you 

You held me, in a way, too 

I promised to be here all the days I wasn’t 

You promised to try for me, for you. 

 

I’ve had this conversation too many times before, 

But never with you. 

Those were my kids, 

But you’re my boy - 

My beautiful boy 

Beautiful boy I promise,

And you’ll try for yourself 

I’ll share the sweater, and you share your struggles and your dreams.

 

I promise, my boy, I’ll hold them all

And grandma will hold us, too

I think she’s smiling now, even if she’s mad we can’t figure out claims over a sweater from Costco. 

I know She’s smiling now.

 

The grandkids are going to be okay.