To My Ian I take down April’s memories, Of six and twenty years ago, When heavy clouds hung dark and full, And rain began to flow. I felt a weight depart from me, A sudden, hollow fear "Is he alive?" I screamed, afraid, That you were no longer near. For silence filled the heavy room, As shadows of a loss once felt Stirred within the sudden gloom, And all my courage dealt. But you were being warmed and held, While your father, in the grace Of those years when love was still ou