Diseased Family.

8 years old
in Annapolis

But you didn't have a clue
We could have kept you
closer
We tried
They wouldn't let you

La Plata.

Weekends I'd come and visit
With my brother and my mom
I'd open your bed side table
And steal a stick of gum

Big Red.

Remember once I sat there
Crying on your bed
I brought the stuffed animal you gave me
Engrained those words you said

Puffy.

I still wear your wristband
Reminds me of my loss
I know I'll see you someday
Our diseased family.
We can see an end.

Father.