Africa Bound Andrews

This picture sets on my desk.

So that every time I look up, I have a reminder of a love far off.

Moments of missing not Africa, but him.

The necklace around my neck hasn't left since my body departed his continent.

That was almost a year ago.

The heart on the chain spells his name.

The prayers from my lips each day whisper for grace.

Asking the Maker of destinies what ours is to be.

Together? Apart? Now? Never? Later?

I wrote his story down, as if I would ever forget it.

An ode to the soul that I've come to adore.

One so small, who will change something so big.

None of these things puts him in my arms again.

Only God defines family and no matter his location in this world,

he is defined as my son.