it's father's day.
makes me weepy.
too much to remember and think about.
too much has changed.
and it reminds me that my father is getting older.
i still remember making him a keychain in the third grade.
we filled prescription pill bottles with crayon shavings
and melted them in the oven until they flattened
into colourful blobs.
i was so proud of that gift.
and now everyone is old.
or alone.
sad.
makes me weepy.
too much to remember and think about.
too much has changed.
and it reminds me that my father is getting older.
i still remember making him a keychain in the third grade.
we filled prescription pill bottles with crayon shavings
and melted them in the oven until they flattened
into colourful blobs.
i was so proud of that gift.
and now everyone is old.
or alone.
sad.
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