When my son went off to college

I did not know he would come home in a cardboard box

And in that box the feeling

That I could never again be home

And that home was stuck in some yesterday

And that home had a hollowness.

My son left his childhood to embark upon his life

But found only ashes

And I touch the ashes to my lips

And sprinkle them on my head

Looking for the substance that will fill the hole in my life and fix that memory

And sing the song to make it all right

And bring me



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