Oh, Frankie.
I miss you so.....

My God, I cant stand it. I miss you more everyday...

My hands,
like magnets.

Find the walls
of his room.

I try to sleep.

Brain matter
slips from my ears
to the pillow.

It is
the slow exile
of my soul.

I am slipping
into madness.


I miss you.

Your son was the most amazing gift. In the middle of this horrific tragedy, there are moments when joy finds me. And it is usually your boy who makes my heart sing. When he leaves with his mamita, I stand in the middle of the street with my "I love You" sign raised high. I do not move until they are out of sight, over the hill on the road that leads away. 

 I would do anything to have you back, my beloved son. Anything, just so you would have a happy, long life with your Ilana and Jackie. And, I know it can NEVER happen as it should have. But, I still pretend that maybe there IS magic in the world....until I remember that this is the real world, and you are ash. 

Thank you for having that little boy to help us live through the rest of our lives without our first love.....I miss you forever. I hope you are waiting in some kind of heavenly place. I will know you, no matter what form we are. I love you so much, Frankie. I love you so much. 

My boy you will always be...