©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m hungry for the sight of you;
the shades, both dark and light of you.
The way you held yourself, your smile
(gone missing for too long a while).
You were my youngest boy, my heart.
I held you closely from the start.
The last baby that I would bear,
the last one who would need my care.
More care was needed than I knew;
I tried so hard to see you through.
Somehow you drew a losing hand.
You left us, and I understand.
But when this old world sets me free,
yours is the face I want to see;
yours is the cheek I want to touch.
I miss you son, so much…so much.