My head tells me let go.
Move on.
Everyone makes their own choices.
And then I hear the child’s voice
in the man
as he calls me Mom
and my eyes fill.
Being a human being
is a lot harder
than you might think
if you were looking
at us from afar.
I write, I breathe,
I continue.
I hope he makes it through
a year in Kabul.
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