Somedays, yesterday curls about me,
thick and warm as Grandma's duvet.
Windchime laughter, fills my heart
for from there you never depart.
You and I, an irredesent soap bubble dancing on the breeze.
Floating towards a tomorrow that will never be.
But there, in that moment it does not matter.
For in that perfect bubble there is no you,
there is no me.
The sands of time suspended
and there is only 'we' -
Then a solitary hawk cries
from his circle in the sky,
calling out his good bye
as he soars and flies
away...
just like yesterday.
Gone.
I try not to taste the bitter fruit of tomorrow.
~I miss you baby boy. Love, Mom
