The Secret

He was mine.

He was mine just a few years ago.  When he woke up I was the first person he wanted to see.

"That's because you knew how to turn on the VCR."  he says.

He was mine, when he came to wake me up & I scooped him up & brought him under the covers with me - til finally he had enough & ran off to play with his train.

He was mine - just a few years ago.  He looked at me as if every word I spouted held the secret of the universe.  Now he hears me talk (I know he does), but he takes it in & filters my words - casting aside some & taking some to heart.  I do not know what percentages these might be.

It is autumn.  He is like the leaves, struggling to be free.  Time to fly.  Time to fall.  It is his time.  His time to go.

But before all that, he was mine.  & without me - well...
he would not have been able to turn on the VCR.  Without him - well...I would not have held the secret of the universe.