I’m going to miss your joyous presence,
random acts of silliness.
What kind of tribute
would this be if I didn’t pepper my message
to you with sarcasm?
But I can’t. My heart hurts.
Yours would too if you were in my shoes.
“Don’t get mushy on me”, that’s what you
would say. You’re right, I won’t.
I won’t get teary eyed at the fond memories
you left me with. No, I won’t because what
good are these tears if
they can’t fall on your forehead?
Truth be told, living without you for the rest
of my life, sparks the same feeling I felt
when I welcomed your precious face
the day you were born—helpless.
Rest in peace my son.
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