Four Plates

To honor a child, taken too young. About 1999

For his family:

Now as before I set four plates
When knowing as I do
In other moments not as great
I didn’t think of you.

There are no moments really that I
Can’t remember thinking:
Why now or Ever could you go
If all of us weren’t leaving?

But when the table starts to fill
All bounty one could have
You’re there across from us and still
According us your love.

And there you’ll always be my son,
A gentle light that shines.
And watching over us, so near
A place,for you, to dine.

So here we are when all is said
Four plates will always be
Part of our life, a knowledge: love,
That all our hearts can see.

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