Nicholas my sweet boy,

I wrote this poem when Uncle Greg died, I was so very heart broken just as I am now, only 1000 times worse. I remember traveling down to Healdsburg to see Nana after your Uncle died and going through the wooded area and how it just upon my heart word for word. I miss you my beautiful son Nicholas, I love you more.

Still I cry

I still hear your voice,
It echoes the canyons,
It whistles over the tree tops,
and dances with the wind.

It moves in harmony with the clouds,
skating the sleet blue sky
Still I cry...

It chases the waters,
In oceans of green,
and owns the majesty,
in the sound of rain....

It catches the snow
and the leaves in fall,
It claims a path,
down my beating heart.

It's a whisper on my shoulder
and a promise unspoken,
It unfolds my day,
like petals of a rose,
it lingers by,
Still I cry...

I love you more ~moma~