Aidenpan Poem by Eugene Pappan

It's 9: 25 A.M.
I am not yet awake
Two tiny arms envelope my should like
parachute strings, he keeps me safe.
For the first time since my divorce
I'm not battling the husband in me
I'm not worried about tomorrow
While frantically regretting the past
I am present.
As the world slobbers on my chest.
I am careful not to wake him
More me than his mother
He's inherited my overthinking
His mind wanders where it shouldn't go
if someone's not holding his hand.
But he's so brave, he lets curiosity guide him and treats everyone as if they were the family he misses.
He is my hero. He is my son.