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Bonding After My Son’s Death



for Summer and Autumn       
 
 
Tonight, while buying bread,
I saw my son’s beloved friends—
and as I held them in my arms
and thrilled at the connection,
 
I imagined how my friendship
with them is a kind of covalent bond—
we join just as atoms are held
together through shared electrons.
 
My sweet son is the electron.
To anyone else watching,
it might have looked like a hug,
 
but I know with all my matter,
this energy (I call it love)
this is how the world was made.

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