Some things are permanent (a poem)

I’m not marching today. But I can contribute this…

The first time I was left alone with someone else
I started crying before my parents got halfway to the sidewalk

They had to come back to reassure me
I don’t think it helped

The folks they left me with didn’t hurt me
but they weren’t very nice

I remember one of them being kind of mean

I don’t remember ever going back there
but I still remember that moment
when I saw my parents leaving

I still remember being afraid

I still remember crying

And my parents came back to get me
at the end of the day

(30 June 2018)