Black Raspberries and my little boy

Kenny Ray got home yesterday, he spent the first part of the week with his Grandmother at the farm in Bainbridge. They went down to pick black raspberries for some home made jam. They took some books for reading and did a little fishing. I have written in the past how much I hate it when he is gone the house becomes a tomb. Tari and I always miss him something fierce. While we will enjoy the jam I do not know if it was worth him being gone 2 days, next week he and Tari will be gone for 7 days at boy scout summer camp. I will surely be lost with both gone. I took Kenny Ray to his archery league last night and we had a great conversation as we talked for almost 2 hours as he shot. I got about 5 hugs and I love you daddy. Here is a little Appalachian American poetry

In the body of a man
but still a little boy
my heart swells with joy