~ 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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