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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 39 As long as you hold on to me, a s long as I can feel your arm across me in the night when the night wears thin, the delicate dream persists. My little Chris hates being alone. All day he hugs my legs and pulls on my clothes. He sleeps in our bed, he wants me to be with him every minute. I think my stay in the hospital was more damaging to him than to the rest of us. I should have said something to him before I left, but it all happened too fast. What were the words I should've said? He won't let me out of his sight, he follows me from room to room. If I go into the bathroom and close the door, he waits impatiently, calling "Mama, are you in there?" If he comes into a room and I am not immediately in sight he bursts into tears. At bedtime, kissing my face as I kiss his, he begs me not to "go anywhere," and he asks where I will be while he is sleeping. |