AN UNFILLED SPACE 
 
This time last year
My son
I had you still
 
You were grown from
Nurturing
But still my son
 
You were on your path
My son
But I had you still
 
Alive and expanding,
Certain,
Still my son
 
Proudly achieving,
Blossoming.
"That's my son" I'd say
 
Now,
Gone into next future
I miss you, my son
 
 
Jasmine Dienes-Stevens
27 / May / 98

 
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