The park of hope and growth

I remember that day ever so clearly,
The pain, the uncertainty.
That shriek making me jump out of my skin.
He was hurt, this ever growing agony.
Wanting to make it stop,
I’d never been so powerless in my life.
The park,
The wind,
The opportunity to explore.
He was only four months old.
Watching him grow, watching him heal.
The only sliver of freedom within his grasp for months.
Yet being there,
The wind in my face,
The curiosity in his eyes.
Worry washed away and joy replaced it
This sanctuary,
The park of hope and growth.