I miss my son

I miss my son,
I miss him daily,
I miss his hands, his feet, his little chin,
I miss our fight, his life, the chance we'd win.
I miss the moments he'd hold my hand,
his fingers curling, gripping and clinging to mine, 
I miss him every moment, every second, I miss our time.
We should have had longer, he shouldn't have died,
I should have seen him grow up, grow stronger,
I should have watched him learn and live and love,
We should have had longer. 

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