I will note when Michael played trains
\nwith Jackie and me.
\nThree months and a week
\nin the lattice of his life.
\nHe spoke with his eyes,
\nsmiled with a great sun,
\nspoke with magical words,
\nas he sat in my arms
\nwatching Thomas the tank engine.
\nJames the red locomotive,
\na boxcar ahead on the bridge,
\nthe coming and going of a train
\nas I kept him informed
\nof its travels.<\/p>\n
So sunrise came up,
\nsleep threw off its cover,
\nair became purity.
\nMichael had his place
\nwith Papa and Jackie,
\nwhile a page opened in his soul,
\ntingled through my arms,
\nand written on it,
\na light-year said,
\nI am Michael,
\nchild of lightning,
\ncoming home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I will note when Michael played trains with Jackie and me. Three months and a week in the lattice of his life. He spoke with…<\/p>\n