I sort through his belongings
for the charity to claim
and at the bottom of his bag
an Origami Crane.
Conversation failed him
due to damage in his brain.
But communication happened through
an Origami Crane.
He couldn't say he loved me
but I knew it just the same.
His love was in the making of
an Origami Crane.
The child himself is gone now
but the memories remain.
Triggered every time I see
an Origami Crane.