What happened here?

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As the New York sunset disappeared

I found an empty garden

Among the flagstones there

Who lived here?

He must have been a gardener who cared a lot.

Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop.

And now it all looks strange.

It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain.

"Empty Garden," Elton John, Bernie Taupin

My baby would have been four today. Perhaps that's why I started thinking of him so much.

Here was his birthday post last year.

Four years ago, one year ago, so very different, what can I say? One year from now, so very different?

Thanks for your comments, A. S. I'm on my Treo and have to respond to you this way. I'm sorry. I appreciate your love and understanding. For some reason I am really feeling lost without my little blondie lately, and you really understand. Yes, I had made the Geocities page for him. His Empty Garden site should be finished soon, but who knows...?

Maybe in a year, he will just be coming home from finishing school, having learned to play the violin and speak two other languages. Maybe he will be taller and graver, but one thing won't change, and that is his breathless innocence. I can still exactly remember the feel of him in my arms, and with my poor memory that says so much.

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