Ian by Diana

Spoon in spoon
I’d wake every morning with your
sweet little face nestled under my chin.
I miss our walks.
I miss your friendship.
I miss your protection.
How can you be gone?

Morning shower – I’d be greeted by a present.
Dinnertime – You’d offer another toy.
In the beetle – I’d roll down the window
ears aflutter – “Look Mom I can fly!”

Well – maybe I’m a little crazy
but thinking of these times helps the pain go astray
And – maybe you were a little crazy
that’s why we connected and you’ll never go away.

Walking in Central Park
or down by the harbor
Sitting on the dock to watch the sun go to sleep.
Flying on the airplane – I could never leave without you.
West coast beach – You always loved the sun.

Is that where you are Ian
basking in the sun’s glow?
Like a balloon that rises to the sky?
I tried to follow your path as you drifted
but you vanished from my sight – where will you land?

Some have said that you may see a rainbow
no street sweeper or thunder to cause you fear.
If you are surrounded by the rainbow’s radiant colors
one day I’ll be there for you – we’ll see what we can find.

Well – maybe I’m a little crazy
but thinking of these times helps the pain go astray.
And – maybe you were a little crazy
that’s why we connected and you’ll never go away.

I love you Ian (my little spoon).

Diana