Nasty Napkin

I will not forget the season change
The way it smells when it is just about to rain
The way my son laughs when I walk in the room
Or how I watched him take his first breath when I thought he was dead.
I will remember my mother, and my father and their children
And I will wish them well
You never quite leave home after all
The heart is a hurtful place
And boy, does it fucking ache
There's crowded places full of crowded people
Who haven't felt the pain in their bones
When they watch a sibling cry
Or a child fall sick with the flu
Most people will do anything to get the fire out
But I am here to sit through the burn and endure.
I am here to watch over the rest of you