I’m Homesick for the Time Before I Was Born
A poem
I wish I could have seen him, my dad in his rock band opening for Prince, playing the bass instead of listening to classical music and studying for his Ph.D.
I want to know my mom as she was in high school, feeling the sun so strong in her face she couldn’t see what she was doing.
I miss that day when my parents met, and the summers when my dad was a boy playing baseball on the farm.
I wish I could have known them before my mom’s stomach stretched wide, when she met the cute boy from Minneapolis in a bar and followed him to the city.
I miss that beautiful world before my grandparents got old.
