It was a warm Spring day at Dozier field
I had volunteer lacrosse hours still to yield
While working the concession stand
Walked up to the counter a young boy using his hands
The boy was crying, demanding pizza and sprite
The older sister tried everything to make it right
I was frozen in place and could not help but stare
The sister was so kind, you could tell how much she cared
She tried so very hard to reason with her younger brother
Offering that he could have only one thing or the other
Despite his tantrum, gestures and all of his tears
I began to realize my own insecurities and fears
To similar moments with my daughter in a different season
The boy continued to cry and there would be no reason
All of a sudden, I could feel deep inside of me my own sorrow
The sister would never be able to reason, beg ,steal or
borrow
The boy would never compromise his demands
Just like my daughter when she took her stands
I stood there and realized this boy was like my daughter
Who could rage for hours and never falter
Before I knew what was happening I was beginning to shake
My chest felt very heavy like my heart was going to break
In that moment I realized I was experiencing grief and PTSD
Yearning for a relationship with my daughter that would
never be….
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