She is walking outside, to see her son.
The playground bell is ringing, saying that it is time for him to leave.
But she doesn't think so.
Her son needs to stay.
So, she makes an excuse,
though it is only his first day there,
it already feels as if she is losing him.
As they drive home, a confused expression on his face,
it starts to rain.
For though her son no longer stays at the playground,
the rainclouds have come in order to join in on the festivities.
When they get home,
mother and son,
Henry goes and sits by the window,
in order to watch.
Drip, drip, drip,
the raindrops fall.
Right down to the ground,
just like teardrops fall from his mother's face.
It happens all the time,
now that she has lost the one she had hoped would always remain.
She misses him, her baby boy.
No longer does he love or hug her.
He hates her now.
But all she can do is remember.