some say we return to stars
light returning to source
but I won’t say it to you
as your child left too soon
instead I’ll focus on moonlight
grief rippling across the land
a sliver of silver beside Venus
how small words feel now
once he pulled my giggly son
across a green lawn over and over
“you can stop anytime,” I said
he shrugged, “but he’s so happy”
some say we will meet again
across the rainbow bridge
but I won’t say it to you
as your boy left too soon
*Dedicated to my aunty Nel and my cousin Josh. I wish I could be there today to celebrate his life with you. He will be greatly missed. I love you all.
Bridgette Tales 