SON

Son

BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES/aka GRANNY GEE

I sat on the porch in the dark this morning
I looked up to the sky, saw a orange moon
I thought of you, Son
My child, my baby... my only one

I thought about you being there watching me
Wishing to communicate with me, maybe you can't
I placed my hand out as if on a window pane out in the air
I closed my eyes, gently moved my hand to see if you were there

I opened my eyes to study the air hoping to see something
I didn't see, nor did I feel anything with my hand
I continued to sit there thinking about you, Son
My child, my baby... my only one