My Son

This is a poem dedicated to my son

Who cleaned his car

And fixed his door

And rotated his tires

Like a grownup

Even though picking up an empty wrapper

Feels overwhelming to him

And anxiety makes him sick

Sometimes it is hard to carve out

Comfort in this world.

About Karen To and Fro

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