remembering a lost child

Turning the Pages

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Poems about Death

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I like to think
he’s with us still,
a photo on the window sill,
a memory of days gone by,
a shadow in his sister’s eye.

His life, held close
to us and dear,
is stored in still shots, year by year,
engraved upon a spirit lens
as recollections, precious gems.

One layup, swishing,
banked just right;
three brothers joking late at night;
Dave Matthews on the radio;
two Michael-Cooper-style free throws.

From Fisher-Price
to balls and bats
to suture kits. Imagine that!
I do imagine all these things
with a heart that smiles and sighs and sings.

Remembering,
I try to choose
bright colors over darker hues,
for Todd has left those clouds behind.
Why should I let them fill my mind?

I turn those pages
back in time
to moments simple and sublime,
wending my way through his joys and wins
back to the day Todd’s life begins.

A golden day,
a golden child,
a course that ran both straight and wild,
a blessing in times tried and rue.
Our hearts will hold him till we do.
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If this poem resonates with you, you might also relate to Carrying You and Reflections and Reminders.

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