The Days Go By...

photo by tully rohrer:
The days go by as if any other day. A child to get up, feed, love on, laugh with, chase about, giggle with, hug and kiss at every moment allowed.

Another day goes by like any other day. The husband, the child, the cat, the world outside her door and the constant ache of someone missing from her life, their lives.

The days go by like any other day. The phone rings, the newspaper in the driveway, the cat meowing to be fed, the husband showering, the child watching a children's appropriate show, the momma wondering how her other chick is doing at someone else's home.

Another day goes by, the momma passes by the room that houses the empty crib that once belonged to her other chick. Sadness deepens within, a hunger to scream is just about to surface, the need to suppress these feelings must be done, as the house is quiet with the husband asleep, the child asleep, the cat asleep and the world outside her door asleep.

And yet not another day goes by that she doesn't yearn for that child that is no longer with the rest of her family.

It has only been six days since that child has no longer lived with the family, with the empty crib.

Yet the days go by when it feels like his absence has been hundreds of days passed.

And yet not...

The days continue to go by.

And by...

Without the other child in their lives.