Night Owl

Your Stuff


As I take my groceries out of the car, I\'m reminded once again... 

Winter has gone, Summer has come.

And your stuff is still in the trunk.


Spilling out of the plastic bags.

Untouched and ignored.


Your cane waiting to be walked.

Your pajama bottoms waiting to be worn.


I berate myself,  

\"Take them upstairs schmuck!\"


Oh but that ache, that familiar ache that follows...

Right here, below the ribs.


Slam goes the trunk!


Not yet. Not now.

I can\'t. I won\'t.



Maybe when the summers ends...



Dad, I wonder if this makes you smile...



I bet it does.