I see you in the butterfly’s landing;

A performance seemingly just for me.

I see you in every picture.

I know exactly where you’d be.

I see you in every empty chair;

You whisper, “This seat was meant for me.”

I see you in the bluebird’s perfectly timed visit.

A message, I believe, from you to me.

I see you the moments they take notice,

Those moments are never easy.

I hear you in their giggles;

Your absence screams “what about me.”

I notice you in relationships old and new;

Your absence had a way of changing things, especially me.

I feel you in the gentle breeze;

A needed reminder there is both grief and peace within me.

I see you when they run and play;

Your absence coloring everything around me.

I see you when they say, “Let’s get Dad”;

There is always one more airplane ride to be.

I feel you in every one of their hugs;

Imagining your little arms around me.

I feel you when they kiss me goodnight;

Those sweet little kisses are missed and not just by me.

I miss you when I fold their clothes;

Who would have guessed I’d crave more laundry.

I feel you when the sun kisses my skin;

I close my eyes and imagine you here with me.

I miss you when it feels like the world has forgotten;

I”ll never get used to how this can be.

I think of you when I feel my strength;

A gift your loss has given me.

I see you, my son;

You are in everything.