I’m out of town today, down in the big city.  Here’s a poem I found by Tu Fu that touched my heart:

Thinking of my Little Boy

Apart still, and already the oriole songs
Fill warm spring days.  Changing seasons
Startle me here without you, my little
Sage.  Who talks philosophy with you now?

Clear streams, empty mountain paths, our
Simple village home among ancient trees…
In grief thinking of you, sleep: sunning
On the veranda, I nod off beneath blue skies.