I’ll drive a rental car I guess,
From strange hotel to carpark where
I’ll ask the way
Then see him cross the stage
And if I’m really lucky
Watch him smile.
I’ll breathe the plastic scents I guess
Of cleanly crowds and hear them cheer
As on the stage
Beneath the heated lights
Each child is changed
I’ll see them smile.
We’ll eat in some hotel and then
Our fingers bent we’ll pack the car
With his possessions
Record of his days
Then as we head for home
I hope he’ll smile.
Maybe we’ll even talk
The day he walks.
Written for ReadWritePoem #10 - celebration