From June 11, 2007
Birds on wires are in full view
We're flat on our backs outside
I want you to listen to what they have to say
Imagine that we're up there with them
What wouldn't be the first thing you couldn't do?
And what could you take with you to remind yourself…?
Off the walls and on a tear
You've got the dog barking
DHS* wants you here and it wants you there
And they want you there without stopping
And I couldn't be happier that the right mom and dad have found you
But they underestimated the amount of meds
For the number of days they'd have you
I'm thinkin' they'll never make that mistake again for the next camping trip…
So confusion meets withdrawal meets 10-year-old baggage besides
And I'm sure the ADHD isn't helpful either
You're teetering on breakdown, I'm teetering on hands tied—
I don't know if I can direct this traffic around you for much longer
I have to take you out, little man
But every wrestling move we've taught each other
is doing no good today
You're light as a feather jumping on to my back off the trampoline
Playing solitary volleyball all around and over me
Thumb war, knuckle war and slaps** are doing nothing to calm you
I know all of that is easier than slowing down to think about
Stuff that's hard to think about
But I have to say it:
Things are going to change
A lot
And we're all going to miss you
I am
going to miss you
I can't use words like "always"
And live with myself, or sleep at night
So tell me your full name and focus in between deep breaths
You're here right now and that's who you are
No one's going to take that from you
For all your birth parents' faults
That is what they gave you
And that's who they meant you to be
They meant it to be your own.
[* Department of Human Services **game activity done with hands, not the physical aggression]
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