Your mom posted photos of you this morning. They were good to see.
They made my eyes fill with tears and my heart hurt.
A friend had posted a piece about old photos on her blog, and I read that next
while Jamie Cullum played and sang, “Love ain’t gonna let you down no more” in my kitchen.
I wonder what your downstream will be, how you’ll get back to see the banks you’re playing on today.
I hope someone saves a dusty shoebox for you, for your spirit to sometimes hop in and ride,
against the current, against the tide.