7. If I Could Talk to That Boy Now I would sit him down in the dark of the Running Springs bedroom, pull the sheets back, and whisper: “You are not a mistake.” “I love the way you love.” “No one gets to steal your fire.” “You will survive this.” “You will make beauty out of ash.” Then I would hold him. And when he wept— I would sing Mama’s song back to him, and promise never to leave. “You are my sunshine…” And mean it.