day 15: a song for your birthdays

I remember wider skies
cheatgrass fields, bright-ass sun
I remember hours east
steep hills you made us run
Creek bed at the bottom
young summers baked in deep
My skin would sing to stand there now
Sunroom open to see

I remember coat of arms
hanging in the basement
That old house is instant peace
new address in my ribcage.

I never wished either of you
your last happy birthdays.
Your old ears hearing, old eyes saying,
Can’t make ‘em wait. Okay.
Won’t make ‘em wait.