NaPoWroMo - day 4 - All God's children

I sat in the parking lot checking my messages
While my son was in the store buying snacks
He always tends to take too long

My son, precious and skin like sea
Locks to his shoulders
Cover his face

I have too many messages about missing and murder
On my timeline
I say a prayer and delete them one by one

I open bills and begin to worry
Then I let that go too

Before I know my son has returned to seat
He always tends to slam the door too hard
Before I could speak
I noticed the Arizona tea in his hand
And it made me weep

For joy
For fear

He will live
But all of the boys
All of the girls
They are all my babies
Every one