My gain is her loss.

 

I hear “Mom.”

She hears silence.

 

I feel hugs.

She just has the memory of his arms around her.

 

I see smiles and eyes that light up with excitement.

She has to close her eyes to see his face.

 

I hear giggles and laughs.

She only hears the echos of them.

 

I get to watch him grow up.

She just gets to dream about it.


Because

my gain

is her loss.