Dear Matthew
Dear Matthew,
I often wondered about you.
How you'd laugh
The color of your hair,
If you were strong,
If you were scared.
I often wondered about you.
My sweet little boy,
My playful kin,
My eldest brother,
My might have been.
I often wondered about you.
Why I had never seen your face,
Why we didn’t speak your name,
If you knew how I loved you,
And if you felt the same.
I often wondered about you.
And why it was only me who your memory tortured,
Who always heard your voice,
Who would have given anything for a kiss,
Or for you to be given a choice.
Yet, I no longer ponder, because I have seen
What I needed to know in that gift of a dream.
The weight of you in my arms,
Your solid, strong form,
Your heaven blessed spirit,
Your embrace, wise and warm.
I now fondly remember what I once pondered.
Your little peanut shaped head,
Your kindred blue eyes,
Your smell, which was home,
Your reassurance that love never dies.
I often think of the wonder you've given me, Matthew.
How you have changed me,
How your love has proven true,
How I still have questions,
And how I will always love you.
Until we meet again,
Mady
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