Phone Home

I know I can't stop by the house

Like I use to.

I don't think the new owner

Would let me sit in his living room

And watch Jeopardy.

But I think of all the times

I'd head home tired after school

And pause at the corner

Heart winning out over head

And taking the turn to mom and dad's

Dad would solve the world's problems

From his chair in the corner

And ask about my students.

Mom would sit cross legged

With a book in her lap

And we'd watch TV.

As dad said after mom died,

It was nothing

But it was everything.