May 1
6C Cloudy and a cold wind.
We returned home yesterday. This past week has been the most difficult days of my life.
It's odd, we know that our children grow, mature, make their place in the world but somehow even in knowing these things our eyes see them as that child that grew, that was.
I have now seen my son through the eyes of others; family, our friends, his friends,strangers and a whole community.
My son was a giant, not only because he was physically big, but his personality that all those others were blessed to experience knew no bounds. He led, he counseld, he loved he worked. He was loved, he was respected, he was looked up to. He was wise and he was my boy.

Here is the first of his poems, selected at random.

Indecision


In the glow of the dying embers
I see your face,
Glowing bronze,a burnished statue.
Had you no arms,
Venus I would name vou.
Had I the nerve,
Mine I would claim you.
My heart beats faster
As I contemplate:
Heaven or Hell?
Rose or Thorn?
The scope of difference
Life,
On the tight rope of indecision.
Which side is the net?
Tender are the bruises
You cannot see

Alan Harvey Little

Copyright 2001 Alan Little.