About Kalen---

November 23, 1996

Then at the end, past all the tears and strife,

we hold in our four hands, cupped close and tight,

the glowing ember of your precious life

and, blowing kisses, try to save your light.

If only we could keep you yet a while...

To kiss your bruises, wish away your woe...

To see you work, and wed, to make you smile---

Small wishes---take them with you where you go.

Your eyes, your smile, your tears, our son, our heart---

We let our hands release you to the night

and feel you passing through us as we part,

and hear the sacred music of your flight.

One moment more, just one, to call you ours---

We kiss you then---and fling you to the stars.