Reading your poem, I felt your joy touch me.
Wondering about who you were, I felt my own joy breezing toward me.
Wishing to love you well, my joy returned.
Loving me so concretely—your joy completes me.
I find you so well and happy, so much a part of heaven, and you teach me—I’ve only desired to make you happier.
Happy too, I am happier still to feel you enjoying for yourself the smiles you bring to my face.
I like to give you songs, poems, conversation, and a chair tilted toward me from across the room, but you are free to sit anywhere you wish. As for the sky, I’ve sent you many kisses…and this one in closing,