Not so sharp..not so sweet...not so bitter...
His presence is not so palatable..
I cant cut it with a knife..
He is going farther away..he is slipping farther out of sight
His essence is condensed...condensing.............evaporated
Evaporating.....
Becoming thinner.......like a veneer....
I see his beautiful face....he is relaxed.......he is
Smiling a sweet, peaceful , smile......looking down
At me but not directly....at me.....
It is all becoming diffused.........like a gauze.....
My boy...my beautiful boy.......
It is like all of him is coming together......a jell
A form of amorphous form.........
And I am left with a heavenly vision..
My boy.....


Margo Moss
December 13,2003