It's not that I don't remember...
I do remember so much that I feel suffocated
And to avoid this feeling, I use a strategy:
I carry my son with me wherever I go and in all my thoughts
I remember every moment so much and I reproduce it faithfully
It's great that God gave us this ability to go back, to see again
But like in a dream, when we return from this return
tears fall and the feeling of helplessness returns
as do the whys and the sadness of not having him anymore.
That's why I incorporated my son.
He definitely lives in me.
Just like when I carried him in my belly or in my arms
I went back to carrying him in my mind and in my heart.
I ask questions and have intimate conversations
I get answers and I feel good:
After all, my son is with me