He says goodbye
with a smile
and I catch myself
saying come back
okay?
And I think of mothers
and fathers in Haiti
and Chile and how
those words would sound
in their mouths.
Or the children
who heard those words
for the last
time.
I kiss my son
with all my heart
and watch him dance.
I want nothing more
and need nothing else
except now and now
and now
is heaven
happening in my
heart.
March 1, 2010
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