In the Mountains on A Summer Day by Li Po (translated by Arthur Waley )
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.
This poem reminds me of you Nick. I hope you are enjoying "a wind from the pine-trees today on what should have been your 29th birthday. I miss your sweet smile and your gentle heart. I miss standing next to my tall boy with his big feet and feeling you give me a great big hug. I miss your unconditional love. I miss you my sweet boy. Please come home soon, I need to hug your neck. Do they have birthdays where you are? Today, there are no candles glowing on a cake in celebration of your birth, only candles glowing in the darkness of your room, illuminating the night...in hopes that you will find your way home. I love you son. Mom
1 comments:
Dear Diane,
Twenty nine years ago today your son enter this world and even tho his stay was way to short, his being here has made a huge difference in many peoples lives. Of course those who loved him most, but even people like me who never met Nick. His being in this world has impacted my life. He taught us about love, about being strong and not to give up the fight. NIck was an amazing young man who made a difference in many lives. He will never be forgotten. HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICK! Love, Mary E
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