By Anita Mondragon
I wrote this poem years ago for my son Micah Mondragon. He was in grade school at the time. Here’s my little note to him, and the poem that followed.-Anita
Micah…I thought of this poem one day when I went to pick you up from school. The wind blew a leaf off of one of the trees where I was parked, and it reminded me of the day we picked up colored leaves and brought them home. Do you remember us doing that? Anyway, I hope all of the things we do together will never be forgotten by you. Even when I am gone…I’ll be looking down from Heaven on you…I’ll still be there with you! I’ll see you soon son! Love, mom
As the years come and go
And you move away… Read more…
