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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