ON MY PARENTS' 57th ANNIVERSARY

The age-fog hangs in heavy drapes
Around my head, a cloudy gauze.
My memory of your love escapes
Through

The man sits upon the concrete,

blind as he plays the chords.

Open is his case, was small change,

I thought i held knowledge between these hands,
Picking up my memories that scatter to the ground,
See now all that is pain,
It

I brought you into this world, adored and loved you,
Gave you everything I could,
Suffered for my sin, yet I gave you life

Walk in the room,
shoulders quiver,
the ground shakes.

Take a step toward me,
curving lips,
and hips.

"Hi" you say
with that too