I have no title… and no desire to chat about this one.

When will you forget
the things we have in common
that I am your son...

Maybe some morning
with the sun shining brightly
in your front window?

I’ll knock on the door
you’ll answer tentatively
and then I will know.

You’ll offer me tea
perhaps a cookie or two
but you won’t know me.

I’ll just be a man
in your front room this morning
asking you questions.

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Cheers!