My son.

You are here.

Just different.

I see the same face, the same smile,

But your eyes tell me you are missing.

Missing what should have been yours,

A life of growth and success

Now it is of challenge and perseverance,

Every now and then I see you come through

And for a moment I forget you are gone.

Then I smile

Then I cry

Should I miss you?

You are here.

Just different.

My son.

Still.