Standing in the ER
over my 23-year-old son.
Resting my hand on his shoulder
and massaging his head,
For far longer than he would
normally ever tolerate.
I want to protect him
but I can’t.
I want to scold him
but I don’t.
Instead I just comfort him
and stay, just, thankful.
His head
will heal.
The lessons
will, eventually, seep in.
My family
will survive.