Slippery

You slipped. Or rather.. I let you slip. Like a wet baby you squirmed with delight at the feeling of my hands and the warm water I bathed you in.

Thank God youre a good swimmer. Thank God you have a natural buoyancy.

And how buoyant you are!

My baby boy.

But there comes a time when a man can no longer be a boy. When Mamma has to let go. I know youre ready - I know you have been for a while.

Im not your Mamma, but I love you like I would if I was.