Dylan Corselius Willson

Once again life’s most difficult time carries with it a reminder of the beauty and depth of the heart of my son. No more words are needed. Dylan says it all here……

For the stiff glider
he has no purpose
but the will of wind
and follows ends
of breath in sky

he pushes up naked
but is not driven
floating, falling, diving, drowning with frozen form
snow foam and sterile

the sky fills him
I am this glider
with no shoes on
on the roof with breeze
on the roof with the sun
warm

by Dylan

Thank you for always keeping Dylan present in the dancing flames of your candles and in the smiles in your hearts.