The future in my mind
Was never ever like this;
Yet when I hold you close:
Such worlds were never easy.
We spun to Nat, Doris,
And Glenn, all tracks were great.
Your mother’s love projected
To her only darling son.
Wrists fragile, make me humble.
Heart pure, makes me surrender.
Was I always like this?
I only knew of the buckle.
Fathers will be cowards.
Sons will be brave.
Closing the curtains, listening for sounds.
I’m sorry my son, is what should you should have found.