It Doesn’t Matter Why

I’m loved by a neighbor boy.
He just turned eight
and I am seventy-six.
Alan rang my bell today
to tell me his family is moving away.
I love that boy and I don’t know why.
It happened right away when we met,
a crush between the generations.
Two who make each other happy
and it doesn’t matter why.

After he left, he returned
and rang the bell again
to thrust a drawing into my hands
before he quickly turned away.
A sheet from a spiral notebook
folded and folded, into a special packet.
Large in the middle of the drawing,
my name inside a green cloud
sailing over four pointy mountains
each with a tree growing from its peak.
With two smiley suns, and
two floating flowers.

His name above mine
with a heart all colored red.
I haven’t received a drawing from a child
for maybe fifty years,
since my son was young as Alan.
I will miss this boy of heart
who from the start had mine,
who right away reminded me
of my own boy long ago.

Even though I’m sad he’s moving,
his visit comforted me.
He didn’t know but it was a day
when I’d been crying off and on.
No special reason, simply
the sad world blues.
And there he was at my door
with his beautiful open face
and his wholly trusting love.

©Susa Silvermarie 2024