You would have been 7 today.
You’d be in first grade.
Learning to ride a bike on your own.
Free from harm, free from suffering.
Looking up to superheroes.
Like Superman, our little Superman.
You’d be starting to show more independence.
Able to tell time.
To know the days, the weeks, the months of the year.
Able to understand how short your time on Earth was.
And how long time has has dragged by since.
Sweet Jack, how I miss you so.
by Laura Riggs