A LAST HOPE
"If you see our son, bring him home." Leia Organa Solo
"There he is…our son. I don't even recognize him - clad in that black cape and mask.
Kylo Ren he calls himself now….walking across that catwalk.
I remember when he started to walk…uncertain, wobbly first steps…from Leia's outstretched
arms to mine….the struggle on his little face, trying to keep his balance…our words of
encouragement… "You can do it…"
And his smile the first time he made it without falling; oh, to embrace him like that again.
As he grew, his steps turned into running….as he'd barrel out to meet Chewie and me
after we'd finished a run….running to show me the first tooth he lost….to show a special
present he'd received…the trophy he'd won playing hover ball.
And his excitement when he told us he wanted to become a Jedi like his Uncle Luke.
Will he come to me now….it's not only the years that separate us…will he even know and react
to his real name….Only one way to find out…. "BEN!"