It is the day now
4 years since he was erased
gone but not forgotten
no longer here to hug
laugh with
cry with
How is his killer spending the night
I wonder....
does he dream
Can he still smell
the smell
which was entrenched in his skin
I hope He does and that it disturbs him
but that is just wishful thinking
as his feelings are dead
like my son.
He will Kill again that is my fear
The Poetess postcard

Contemplating an Ode to her Mother
Katherine gazed out the window.

As I sat watching the sun rise a bird joined me......
we watched the world awaken together