children & colors

i guess all i can say now is thank you.

thanks for the perfect childhood.

with opportunities, animals, and our 500ft backyard. 

for the gas station treats, the shoulder rides, and always being home at 6pm.

for the memories of waiting behind the wall, ready to jump on you when you returned from work; getting all too excited when the washing machine would start up & i thought it was the garage door opening to welcome you back home.

thank you, thank you.

when did it all start to go wrong ?

when poppin' pills became more important than payin' bills

so the rest of us packed up our lunchboxes & moved away.

and now my older brother's notions are as twisted as my spine

and the innocence of youth is still marked by the freckles on my younger brother's nose.

and it hurts to think that you and mom will be standing on opposite sides of the room at my wedding;

that she'll be waking up alone from now on.

and now when i set the table for sunday dinner, i only put out 5 forks instead of 6

because you haven't been home in oh so long.

you are always further than just a phonecall away from me.