Difficult seeing you now, not as you were.
Once, parading me on the riding mower,
life made simple, undaunted.
Singing out of key, the world—my back yard, spinning infinitely.
How strange to see you now. Feeling the weight of each passing hour.
Your strength governing an unappreciated job, driving me around town.
The long ride home, college kid, so scared of letting you down.
I had to raise my own children, to appreciate what I had.
Fast-forward 25 years, flashbacks and soundbites of you and dad.
Patchwork memories accumulate in story books, read aloud.
Do you know how much I love you?
If it only occurred to me.
The impermanence of all this.
I will not forget so easily.
Father stoic, mother heroic—fighting the absence of youth.
Loving their son persistently, they only way they knew.