Your Presence
I hear your voice, comforting, “Mom, are you okay?”
Don’t cry.
A gentle nudge, time to get off to school
Routines persist, assemblies, and somehow proms
Your basketball hoops are dormant
Yet, echoes of your dribbling and shots
In awe, I turn around and see you, jumping, touching the door frame
The question never fails, “Mom,” “What’s for dinner?”
Your car whispers in the driveway,
And your keys dangle in the door
Your favorite season apparent in color, the air crisp and cool
Images of the three of us decorating, just one more time
Time is slow, yet intense, and so fast
Pretending, managing, functioning? Survival mode.
Accomplished only by God and your guidance
I will take my own corny advice
Fall was yesterday, but now the heat remains dominant
Lights flicker on and off, energy becomes transcendent
With quiet determination, you make your presence known
Math problems I still can’t solve, forever hugging you with pride
Your reflection presents in your sister’s smile
My love for you both, there’s no end
Preston, a strong leader and friend, so many talents still unknown
Upholding your integrity, a sportsman, a gentleman, my world.
—Written and shared by Autumn Renee Curiel, Preston’s Mom