To Ian


My words were tears upon this page.
They washed away a sullen age
when clouds of grief had left me numb.
No loss is greater, My Dear Son.

Each glimpse of joy felt needle sharp—
piercing my soul, breaking my heart.
Walls with no windows out to see
to where I know you wait for me.

Your boyish grin, your gentle face,
your humor blessed me with your grace.
You made my life a comfy space;
you gifted peace to souls displaced.

The tears are dry; you stay close by.
The veil is thin ‘tween Earth and Sky.
There is no death, no separation—
just Father Time and incarnation.

You broke my heart so I could feel
the part of me that makes me real.
A new assemblage point you made,
a paradigm for this New Age.

So grateful for the life you led;
this new emerging world you fed.
Your contributions strongly felt,
my King of Hearts, divinely dealt!

And as you watch from up above take comfort in abounding love
expanding exponentially as your life showed me how to be.

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