Sean 1981 - 2006

He was my son,
Not my only son,
But my oldest one.

He was difficult;
He was different;
He was beautiful;
He was gifted;
He is gone.

Not gone like,
"I’ll see you later,
Mom."

But gone like,
Ashes in a box
That I keep
On the table
By the sofa
In the living room.

I should call it
Something else now.