For Mica- C



To you who listened to music
with your whole being
Now six months gone,
I remember how you would
place yourself in the way of Dylan
and wail your own notes with his
in total abandon-
sequestered in your room
late at night-

An now it is I,
your lost mother
but not,
wailing at ,the thought of you,
who felt so alone
you said, on your travels-
It is I, watching
the shadows and
remembering your smile,
like that of the Cheshire cat,
from ear to ear,
with your delight of things-

Dear son,
wherever your song now roams
know that it also resides with me,
for I rock and rolled you to a hush
those painful nights of your childhood
when hospital corridors
might have closed in
and the white-
but your song and mine held fast
even tho I lost you
 for now...



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