~ Our Son ~

Our son ~ your son.

Almost a man and he misses you so.

He has your smile and walks like you too!

Sometimes I see him, sometimes I see you.

You taught him much, remember he does.

But it is so hard to be a man.

He needs your presence, more than I can give.

I try really hard, but I am not you.

The time you gave him, he cherished it so.

Wishing for it now ~ he just can't let go.

poem and photograph copyrighted@Linda Elaine Calhoun 2000

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