Hi & Bye Poem, by Fina Elara 🌙 -Petra Patrice, at My poetic side

A sudden sadness slips onto me—
just a minute, just hi and bye.
That’s all my son hear:
hi 👋 bye.
When will you sit,
when will you say more?

Eight and nine—his favorite numbers,
the number of subjects I once carried,
until progress flipped, slipped,
pages ripped from my own damn book.

But listen—
I earned that shit.
It was mine.
Never theirs.
They stole, they tore,
but I still hold more.

I’ll take it back.
Grip it.
Keep it.
Because I earned that shit.
And I’m not letting go.