many a night I laid listening
to stomach sounds unsoothed
by the air soup
when days were wrung
with only enough for my son
there are many easier roads
than this one
but it's mine, by god
he is built on my bones
you can keep those stones
you're about to throw
you just don't know
everything he is to me
he is more parent than I'll be
everything he is to me
he is more parent than I'll be
more teacher than student
growing daily more prudent
roots and branches of this stunted
family tree
roots and branches of this stunted
family tree
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