I think sometimes about reunions
where we kids could wander from campsite to campsite
and feel welcome
I think of early mornings
holding a place at the 4th of July parade
So that we could all sit together
I think of Aunts who watched me when I was little
Uncles teased me
All of the prayers of concern for each other
all of the efforts to make sure
that we were OK
Right now
well
somehow
he
became this abstract concept
this person
that could do no wrong
after hearing gossip about people
who did much minor things
I know that perhaps
you see him
differently
somehow
but I don't know how you could
he's bad
and the fact that you support him
makes me sad
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