june and ward

it's a heavy stone
we carry.

strapped to our backs.
making each
step harder than the one before.

childhood
can be a beast when you don't
set that rock down
and let
it roll away.

how often do you hear the words,
my mother
my father
did this or that,

fifty years ago.

if it wasn't for them I wouldn't
be where I am
today.

which can go either way,
I suppose.

there is the rare june and ward
cleaver
out there as well.