Spring Morning

         She had waited a long time for this meeting.  They had been sitting here in this room through the night.  She looked out the window at the spring morning wondering what this meeting would be like, what changes in all their lives this arrival would make. 

         At last the door opened.  Scott came to where she was sitting and laid the baby in her lap. 

         “Here he is, Mom.  Meet your grandson.”

         As she looked at the tiny face all the clocks in the universe spun back twenty-eight years in that moment.  She was holding Scott again.  She could feel Steve there beside her as they held their son in the morning light after the night of pain. 

         No, this was Scott’s son, and Steve was not here.  She saw in Scott’s tired, happy eyes the same look she had seen in Steve’s all those years ago. She whispered, “He’s beautiful.  I wish your Dad could see him.”

         Scott said.  “I think he can, Mom.  I think he can.”


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