Stones of Madness

How I laughed as you threw rocks into the river Your little hand lost each stone on the backward throw you waited for the splash that never came - puzzled You learned to count by picking up sticks for the fire, but then you would want different sticks... and dump your yellow bucket and start all over again The day you climbed into the huge plastic tub where the wash was soaking...that memory lives on Like Lucy stomping grapes, you danced around Every night we would pray and snuggle like spoons in our tiny tent I would sing “The Rose” and “Amazing Grace” while you mimicked with your sweet half-sung sounds It has taken ten years for me to be able to say your name, or write about you in my endless stream of poetry But it will be only in the endless death of eternity that you will live somewhere other than my heart I pray for a heaven, wanting to have the hope of holding you on some distant cloud as you throw stars into the limitless sky