My, how high he holds himself.
I stare in awe.
Eyes wide, I take in as much detail
As my memory can hold.
The weight is burdensome.
Unwarranted tears fall down my cheeks
In complaint.
I reach toward him
Arm outstretched.
He moves further out of reach.
My arm grows weary with disappointment.
My neck spasms from the exertion
Of looking down.
My, how high he holds himself.