When my son was two years old,
His favorite toy was Elmo.
The red furry monster from the kids’ movies was his best friend and his companion.
He loved taking Elmo with him everywhere.
He loved hugging him,
Kissing him,
Tucking him in when he was going to bed at night.
It was my love for my baby.
It was his love for Elmo.
I was telling him “I love you” every night.
He was telling Elmo “I love you” every night.
Love you baby.
Love you Elmo.
Love transcending.
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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 32.