Mother and Child

Finally

she holds her child, this child,

our Owen, the one who danced with death,

twice.

the one who has challenged every obstacle

and come out,

perhaps a bit bruised and groggy,

but still with us.

this mother has loved and caressed her child,

this child,

every day and every night, willing

and praying, singing and reading,

holding him in her heart

until this day,

this day, she holds him in her arms.

Finally.