on September 1, 2013 by lavenderdoors in Blossoms poetry and writing collection, Comments (0)
Rory
I know you would be thirty today, my son
when the wind blows I feel you.
When the birds sing I hear you.
When colors catch me lingering, I see you.
When I think of you, I touch you.
I know when spring is here.
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