Remember the fleece from that family outing to the outlet mall?

A certain smile from the cashier not fully charged
for pants. My thank you. A curiosity lacking
arousal.

the family restaurant waiting, always waiting for our food.
a telling; a story: my prom date at the door. left unkissed.

Your concerns
and yet you'd not disown a son
because of his self.

Such carefully considered acceptance
is not.
Trueness comes despite or because of.
Not in weighed judgments.

But, I still have the fleece (the pants no longer fit)
and it is warm cuddling in soft thoughts of you.

Bill Rood