Who I Miss
That glint
a sparkle
something’s up
about to catch you
in a pun,
a tease,
with love;
a giggle
a look
a hug
in all his struggles:
always love.
There’s a world to say about this man, my son– so quick to solve problems, so fast to a punchline; not perfect, but a soul worth knowing, and, at whatever he dreamed, he made real. I miss him so.
Slice of Life
#MarchDoodle / #CLmooc Something I miss
On Flickr
Did you draw the picture? I love it. I can see through your words why he is missed…
Thanks Kim, I’m taking some art classes, but I apply the ideas in a new layer over the top of a photo of Jake. So it’s a digital drawing using a photo; I’m not that talented to go from scratch. But I liked the result. Thanks for the kind words. ~ Sheri
“always love”
forever,
it flows, I
am not
naive enough
to know
or even to
understand
such loss
made visible
by this poetic
portrait
of the man
– your son –
but just know:
I read you close –
I see him –
and I am holding
tight to the idea
of
“always love”
— Kevin, a poem in appreciation for yours
Thank you Kevin. Much appreciated, this poem– all your poems so important to us. And those words “always love” hold especially true for today’s world, beyond our loss. Thank you so much for your words. ~ Sheri