It is about tomorrow, all the tomorrow moments we will live without you. You are there all the more because you are gone. It is about forgiving... you, for shocking the peace of our living, taking yourself from us, for not understanding how very much we needed... you. It is about your pain, the pieces, apart from our sharing, the path your sweet steps would follow. It is about our guilt, our inability to comprehend your depth, the closed walls you had made, the doors we never heard closing. It is about goodbye, the salt in the tear on your cheek, the soft breath of your living, no waving hand, no parting kiss, just goodbye. It is about acceptance; what you were is what we are. And what you will always be, the good love and times we shared. It is about you, Child. copyright 2003 Thomas Paul {WORDWULF} SternerHowe