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.