coming out party


we sat across from each other
he cried

memories bulging from the framework of our walls
little boy with little tear
see it fall down to here
~i'd trace my finger softly down your rosy cheek

little boy with little tear
don't you know that mommy's near
~i'd sing to you
because that's what mothers do

we sat across from each other
he cries
~and i had been waiting for this day
waiting to give you all my courage

he asked
do you think if grandpa sees me
that he hates me

he swallows pain
trying to sooth his self inflicted wounds
i don't want grandpa to hate me

i rose
and let my tears fall over his
~where grandpa is there is only love
he loves you now more than he did before

my son smiled
framed by lips of uncertainty

and the only image
running through my mind

at the gravesite
we turned to leave
he keeps a private moment
and stands alone
to salute his grandfather

i love you grandpa

i cry
his life
it has come to this
to speak the truth
to be what he did not ask

then
wait to be hated
he believes
even by those in heaven


(c) 4.04

i believe that God will true ly be happy not when we reach perfection, but when we love prefectly.......... jrw 

jeanne rene 5/04