What do you do with love that has nowhere to go? When a mother loses her child, the world tells her to be strong, to hold on, to heal. But grief does not follow straight lines. It circles, rises, fades, and returns. And love-love does not end when breath does. It transforms. It roots itself in memory, in the quiet rituals of the everyday, in the ache that never fully leaves. In this deeply moving poetry collection, Dear Son: Letters of Grief, Memory, and Motherhood, Alina Thorne offers one hundred poems that speak to the unspeakable-losing a child. Through five intimate sections, she traces the arc of a mother's love from the early joy of babyhood, through the trauma of sudden loss, into the hollow ache of absence, and eventually to the quiet, sacred work of carrying grief with tenderness and truth. These poems do not offer neat answers or tidy resolutions. Instead, they invite the reader to sit in the rawness, to remember, and to feel deeply. Each poem is a letter-written to the son who is gone but not forgotten, present in absence, and carried still in every breath. Dear Son is a book for anyone who has known love and loss. For mothers who mother children they cannot hold. For fathers, siblings, friends, and companions who walk beside the grieving. For those learning that memory can be a form of presence, and that letting go is not the opposite of holding on. This collection is not a map out of grief. It is a companion for the road. A gentle voice saying: "You are not alone. Your love is not lost. And even here-especially here-your story matters."