• I remember the day I met him.
    After he was born, my life was brighter.
    The sunshine on our house wouldn’t dim,
    and his petite laugh was a beautiful fire.
    You would bring the light to every edge of space,
    sunlight shining over me; your witness.
    I felt those rays upon my face,
    warming, loving, tender. Limitless.

    But then my son died. He set on
    past the horizon. His little flickers trembled
    and faltered, meandering until they were gone.
    It was cold. I felt as if my life had halted.
    Now I can only visit him in my dreams,
    and comfort is found among moonbeams.