You know, I missed you
when during the show
I saw your brothers
but you weren’t there

The child from above
sat wide-eyed again
times and miles
bore witness, before
baseball, there was space

I cried for a day
in the in between
moments when dad
said I’m confusing
the perfect with good

It’s true we weren’t perfect
but I’d be lying
if I told you I never
wished you’d tell me
I love you so much, mom

But I don’t wish that on you
the pressure of having
or wanting to make me happy
Your love was happiness
enough for the ages

You’ll ever be