He asks where she is
If she is not here
As we stand by a pile of dirt
And a bouquet of winter flowers
And stare at frozen ground
I do not know where she is, son
But I do know she is safe.
How do you know that mommy? He asks
I look into his large blue eyes
Searching mine for an answer
I will never have.
We both wait for me to speak
and then understanding I cannot
we resume staring at the ground.