I remember the lights of Atlantic City reflected from her glasses & there was the tilt-a-whirl right as she kissed me & I spun happily in circles for a long time after that.
I still remember the day the world took you back & there was never time to thank you for the thousand scattered moments you left behind to watch us while we slept.
The Wonder of It All
Sitting there in your pajamas & all the time in the world & if I could keep any moment it would be this: watching you & holding my breath with the wonder of it all.
The plane shook so much I thought I was in a bowl of metal jello & I heard him say, If you & Mom die, can I go live with the Temptations?
She asked me if I had kids & when I said I did she said make sure you teach them what’s right. & I said how will I know? & she nodded & said, good point, just don’t teach them any obvious wrong then.
Such Small Things
For a long time there were only your footprints & laughter in our dreams & even from such small things, we knew we could not wait to love you forever.
I can imagine it working out perfectly, I said. I can’t, she said & I said no wonder you’re so stressed.
Start here & go until you die, he said. What’s so complicated about that?
The loss is not yours alone, she said & you will see it in their eyes when they do not think you are watching. How long does it take? I said & she put her hand on my chest & we did not speak.
My favorite thing is saying something true, he said, but I’m a lot younger than you & don’t have to worry so much about my reputation.
Some Kind of Ride
feels like some kind of ride but it’s turning out just to be life going absolutely perfectly
It’s taken me a long time to get here, he said, so I don’t really care if it’s wrong.
We sat in the car & the night dropped down until the only sounds were the crickets & the dance of our voices & for a moment the world became small enough to roll back & forth between us.
melting in the slow heat of a summer night, damp with the dark air & thoughts of you
If I love you with all my heart, she said, what will you give me? & then she stopped & said I didn’t have to answer that because she was going to do it anyway.
I was going to live simply & give away all my money to the poor, she said, until I figured out then I’d be poor, so the simple thing was just to keep it. I like it when things make sense like that, she added.
Each night, all the years we were growing up, she sat in the big yellow rocking chair & pieced together our lives with countless stitches of her silver needle.
Side by Side
We sat side by side in the morning light & looked out at the future together.
Silly in Public
I figured out that if I keep it up, someday I’ll probably get wise enough to be silly in public but I probably won’t wait that long.
connected by a silver cord that hums with sadness the further it is stretched