Put on his shoe

to prevent

getting pricked

by a thorn.

Sandals

for the baby's feet

no bigger than my palm.

The child screams

as i approach the door

ready to leave

once more.

Give him a handshake goodbye

His mouth stretches

into a wide grin

stubby little fingers

gripped tight.

Cherish little moments

for i wont.

Wont get to dress him up

in a costume

to trick or treat

on Halloween.

Wont get to see

the child's first

school musical

and watch him sing with glee.

For he is not my child

and wont remember me