for their baby boy's sake
to Boston's Children's Hospital,
may you leave in the beauty of a fallen leaf
to make a place for the promise of new life.
which will seem at times to lay endlessly before you,
a yellow stripe upon asphalt, a line to follow mile after mile,
but go surrounded by prayers.
In the midst of weary boys buckled to car seats.
Remember few have the experience
of such travel
those who came by covered wagon
a snail's pace compared to your turtle speed,
(only the wild Indians will be strapped in your backseat.)
Stop and pick the golden moments
along your way
and press them in your memory
for the days in a hospital room
full of angst
like October's leaves
for our random joy
in letting go