The thunder rolls
and I miss you
because in the thunder
is the rain
and in the rain
is you

The birds eat
at my feeders
I call them to me
and they come
in the birds
is you

The quiet dark
settles around
I wrap it around me
it soothes
in the darkness
always
is you

(sorry… I keep promising myself no guilt… No waxing philosophically… I won’t be like my grandmother… but some days it is very hard missing my kid)