the recent rapid growth has left

a thin layer of muscle stretched

across his bones, and yet,

the softness of his hug remains...

long ago, her arms were a cradle

to his languid sleeping body, before

the expansion of his mind and the

swelling of his heart, she was his

sole reason,...no, his soul's reason

for being...

and now his knees and elbows extend

far beyond the cradle, and yet,

the softness of his hug remains...

without a father, without a son,

the need was there before we met.

he a stranger, and I even more, created

a separate oneness that we shared;

timid beyond fear, yet not past love,

we learned to hug with His softness...

the joy will come I told myself

late one night as I listened to

his bones grow, and watching him sleeping,

I dreamt of his manhood, and I

saw his knees and elbows span the

heavens, and with His love,

the softness of his hug remained...