I See You

My darling son, although you're gone, I see you everywhere. A blinking star reminds me you are there, perhaps winking at me, saying, "It's okay, Mom; I'm okay. A cloud comes into view and in my eye it is a vision of you, on somedays strumming your guitar; on others only floating in happiness. A young man passes by; he is wearing a stained, ragged ballcap, wearing a worn jacket like the one you got from the army store.

You are in my kitchen, sitting at the computer, so engrossed you don't hear me say "I love you, and I miss you so much." You're coming in the back door, a sheepish look on your face. You hand me a Three Muskateer, my favorite candy bar.

"You want milk, Mom?" you ask when I prepare our plates to take to the livingroom to eat and watch "Cash Cab," together.

You will never be far away. I see you everywhere.