Could you hear me?

Could you hear me?

Was I with you as you slipped away from us?

I can still feel what it was like to yell for my missing child. 

Straining as if yelling for you could drag you closer to me. 

The constricting cloud of uncertainty clenching my heart. 

Even now, maybe I'm still yelling for you. 

Maybe my soul is still straining to drag you near to me.

Can you hear me?

God, as always, send my words to my son. 

Journal poem

O my son Nate,

I had so much to teach you.

O my son Nate,

I had so much to learn from you.

O my son Nate,

you filled a void I didn't know I had.

O my son Nate,

I miss you more than I could possibly have imagined.

8/4/08