August 5, 2019

• dear son,

  i don't have to tell you
  how disappointing people can be.
  son, you've seen it all...

  and yet
  sometimes the sun
  comes back so
  silently, so
  naive
  and tender.

  in august, in spite of
  goldenrod and loosestrife
  in profusion,
  the hills wait
  for winter again.

  real love is beyond charm
  it is soundless at the core
  honorable and unbreakable
  only time and erosion
  can tell its depth and sincerity,

  nothing ever turned you from
  the gift of loving.
  not a wheelchair,
  not people letting doors shut in your face,
  not being robbed,
  abandoned,
  deceived.

  you will always be
  my beacon of light
  reminding me that love is possible

  dear son,
  how shall i write you this letter to express the inexpressible?  you are gone,
  but never gone. the sun has risen on a beautiful day. it promises
  goodness beyond human affairs. it was a day just like this when we
  scattered your ashes in the sea at World's End.
  there were gulls crying.
  there were clouds, scudding across -- but i cant remember
  any sky.  the sky had lifted to a height beyond human eyes.
  there was only a voyage into salt spray
  ashes and water

  and beyond the oceans of the world
  beyond grief and despair

  the shores of memory

  your essence:

  sonlight

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