Reflection of You

The thought of your death
returns me to infancy.
Suddenly I am crawling beneath the covers
sucking my thumb in the dark.

All the tears you once soothed away
now rise heavy.
Racked with sobs
that have been waiting, pushing up against
the smooth curtain you pulled across
my window into fear.

You created in me the belief
of a steadfast truth--
a constant love.

Because I never felt your love waver--
from that first moment
I fit in the palm of one hand, at 4lbs, 6 ounces.

By now I have felt many a love falter.
So it is a reflection of your love I look for
in those around me.
It is a reflection of your love
I aim to be for others.