Superhero
It wasn’t your thing
To get thrown into lockers.
Or the random swirlies
In the boys’ bathroom.
No secret decoder ring needed
Who We Were
There, outside on the lawn
Of what was once home,
Put your hand on the television
And expect a miracle.
Memories of my Mom believing that
Somehow there’d be
Money
Health
I’ve less days ahead of me than I have more and I’ve finally decided that I’d better put it all out there in some form…
Like amber from aeons past
Held in the hands of family and friends