That telescope
waiting in the living room
the lens loose and grimy
the connections flimsy
and hesitant
told me
that soon
you'd have it all down on the ground
in little pieces
a puzzle
you craved to
reconstruct
because
your goal
always
was
to
look at the universe
as your playground
not that you had more time
or more skills
or more dedication.
You just enjoyed
the beauty
present in
intricate puzzles.
Your poem is beautiful Rosaria...more wonderful memories of your son and remembering how special he was and then putting it into words to share with others. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your poetry...it is so touching and my heart is heavy for you with the loss of your child. I hope you can be comforted in some small way so that your hurt will lessen as time goes by. Hugs to you today.
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