For the fathers who found me right where I was at those given times, and right on-time
You, who, with green eyes, blue eyes, and blue-green eyes
Loved me with a love that helped me grow tall, be tall, and stay tall
Thank you for the canned vegetables, the frozen vegetables for-the-first-time-in-a-lifetime, and for the fresh-from-the-farm-and-roadside vegetables
Though some would seriously judge, I needed your yo’ mama jokes, bar room jokes, and first thing in the morning jokes, to remind me to smile
-you showed This firstborn how to be Serious Business, after all-
Thank you forefathers, for being my fathers, for being there then, and though elsewhere now, for being still here nonetheless
One would ask, “Wouldn’t it be lovely?”
Driving down gridded streets that sometimes wound East, then South.
Thinking of shutters painted contrasting colors, or perhaps altogether removed.
One imagines children’s summertime voices.
Carefree and popsicle glee, front sidewalks their territory.
As it should be.
One seems perfect there.
Small and yellow, with miles and miles of welcome.
Surely big enough for whatever weather.
I needed us to take back
On my behalf
The so much that I’d missed
Some stolen before I had a voice
Some stolen as I stayed silent
So toy store visits decorated our days
And I made decisions
With only we in mind
This complete life
Has been about nothing
But having it all
Ripped away and pulled out from under
Glorious arms and legs
Never getting a free ride from
The orange-striped vehicle of my choice
And it goes on forever
Faster, slower, stop, again
I owe you much for
Silly feet, muddy hands and
That I breathe out loud