Little Boy Gone

Thank you

from my heart


your smell

your sounds

your energy.


The way you approach my cooking (my milk-swollen breasts)

The way you grab my hand

The way you cuddle

Your gorgeous skin

Your silky hair

Your deep dark eyes of lives past.


Thank you for being with me

for a while.

Written January 13, 2014 for my son, Richard Julian Hart, November 23, 1970 – February 10, 1971