There is a tree still standing in the Redwoods that remembers
There’s a ring sitting in a trunk under old love letters, and a woolen sweater, it remembers
There’s a photograph of your smile shadows cast by the setting sun in an album now covered in paper,
it remembers
And it’s been a while, but I recall that big sweet smile.
And I remember the Mean Green Machine of family celebrating your arrival.
I remember the first time you held my man, little man.
I remember your five tiny fingers on the left, and on the right
I remember that I loved you so much, you were worth every bit of the fight.
I remember your funny little toes, and your perfect little nose.
Today, while you are away this is where my mind goes.
I remember the time you said my name. The first I love you. Kissing away all your pain.
I remember when you were almost two and scared to cross the seams in the sidewalk…
I remember your proud brother teaching you to talk.
You make a perfect square. Together we are family.
Funny little one, how you fascinate me.
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