The Tenth of July |
Written by a mother 14 years post-death. Her son died of SIDS. |
It was so many years ago when you left us.
Why you died No longer matters But the when remains And serves, one more time, as a memorial to remembering. Today is very like that day long past Clear and cool and out of season For the midst of summer. It stirs the memory so carefully submerged until today. My mind does not mourn yesterday. It mourns today. The images that pass before my eyes Do not recall the infant son But see you running through my house A teenage child in search of food and gym shoes and maybe me. I do not mourn you for what you were But for what can’t be The unfinished life we didn’t share. The briefness of that life Has reached this day and makes me pause and know I miss you. |