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dear mom,
he reminds me of the island,
of the brightness,
and the sand.
he reminds me why you loved it here.
I showed him the theater.
the seats where you taught me about the importance of listening,
and the intermission balconies where we'd look for stars.
I showed him the art in the stage curtain stitching, and he looked at it like you did.
I think he loves it here.
I showed him the house.
the corner where you marked my height in coal lines,
and the kitchen where you made me dinner
I showed him the living room couch, and he said it feels like a hug.
I think he loves it here.
I showed him the beach.
the sand where we built kingdoms,
and the trees where we climbed for peaches.
I showed him the water, and he says it reminds him of his mother.
I think he loves it here.
he showed me a home on the island.
the hallways where we danced in our socks
and the attic where we fell asleep reading
he showed me the safety and sweetness of the island
I think I love him.
Here.
and I'll remember to love here
like he does, like you did.
we'll visit again soon
with love, your son