For Kevin

This poem was written by my mother and posted at Kevin's grave today:

Kevin

Remembering the warm-breeze-in-the-middle-of-winter
surprise when you first walked in our door
makes me smile.

Remembering each moment of your kind of
generosity - loving gestures with no strings attached
makes me follow your lead.

One memory brings me to my knees
for you took a stand - rare in my world
and held strong
makes me ache for each battle you fought.

So then, now that you are on the other side
and we're left behind with all the stuff of life
which was so much better with Kevin -- this
makes me cry, hate that you have become a memory
makes me profoundly serious
makes me miss you