Floored


floored
november 12th
an angry day
sugar sculptures seem pointless
an excitement to create seems petty
you're 15
but you're not here
it's as simple as that

you my boy asked for sushi
candles and film
so there we saw you two
playing - you  cried
as you saw and heard your stable father's pain
miss you

floored
so its true
it never goes away
and you are always missing,
especially on your birth
day

where are you..?

i looked for you in autumn bunting

set alight - ('the death of a child is a fire in the mind' Stephen Levine)

left your mark...

an imp above the ghoul .. (death will not wear the face of my child)

a leaf above the atlas

a trace