Monday, April 23, 2012

Happy Birthday, Brian.


You were the tallest one in the family,
and proud of it!
Every birthday was a challenge 
to see where you landed 
on the foot scale.
You topped me at age twelve,
your sister at fourteen, I think.
When you topped your father and brother 
you celebrated in grand style.
But this tree looked down on you
and it too stopped having birthdays.
Another event in a tragic season.

Changes, everywhere, all the time
among stars
and grains of sand,
forever imbedding
in our loved ones' hearts.

Happy Birthday, Son.

4 comments:

  1. May closure come to you, Rosaria. Closure is not forgetting, it's integrating the irreversible.
    Paul C.

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  2. I love the above comment! "Not forgetting but integrating."

    Happy Birthday, Brian. I wish I had known you. A quality person with so much to offer...........

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  3. Wonderful tribute to your lost son, Rosaria. God bless you.

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