I’m sharing a poem today that has always made me cry:
Rispetti: On the Death of a Child
I thought I heard a knock on the door,
And I jumped up as if you were here again,
Speaking to me, as you so often did,
In a coaxing tone; “Daddy, may I come in?”
When at eventide I walked along the steep seashore
I felt your small hand quite warm in mine.
And where the tide had rolled up stones,
I said aloud; “Look out that you don’t fall!”
Paul Heyes
