Polaroid: 39 Years, 102 Days

My boy's walking back to room 5
to write and draw,
cut and paste,
read, run, play,
make friends, enemies,
fight, love

I've given him everything I had
sometimes it was a lot,
other times not enough

for all the times we played
together
and I held his foot until he fell asleep

what I think about is this:
my mother's gone
my father's gone
and I don't remember anything that happened before I was 5.