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that photo of you as a child

I know your Mother

I am one

that boy, that's the you

that loved mothers

at 5, in your freshly ironed tiny plaid shirt

there's a boy (ardilla, pony)

here's the young incarnation of peter pan

his silhouette etched in black

turning questioning eyes

to the strife of the elders

before the world spun your mind to fear

before responsibility sent you into the deeper trenches

before love was death

that boy held his own council of love

laid his head on my shoulder

channeled a god of Creation

briefly, in sacred ceremony

when he grew up

love never dies

I told you

may you find great peace in your soul

may we all do so