Familiarity Lost Briefly By Connor Deeks

Familiarity Lost Briefly? By Connor Deeks

 

After he wobbled into the front room,

Every piece of furniture was missing,

I could see him, his confusion abound,

His little toes clinging to the carpet.

 

Every piece of furniture was missing,

How did all the furniture disappear?

His little toes clinging to the carpet,

His little hand clenched, his thumbs concealed.

 

How did all the furniture disappear?

He searched the corners so curiously,

His little hands clenched, his thumbs concealed,

The things he knew were no longer in sight.

 

He searched the corners so curiously,

Then jumped up on the familiar fireplace,

The things he knew were no longer in sight

But that fireplace, that last remaining friend.

 

Then jumped up on the familiar fireplace,

Securing one leg before the other,

But that fireplace, that last remaining friend,

It was no comfort for lost memories.

 

Securing one leg before the other,

He got back down clumsily from the brick ledge,

It was no comfort for lost memories,

And the sight of me, his father, helped him.

 

He got back down clumsily from the brick ledge,

The tiny toddler tumbled to his dad,

And the sight of me, his father, helped him.

But then, before my arms, he found the lost.

 

The tiny toddler tumbled to his dad,

But found the furniture in the kitchen,

But then, before my arms, he found the lost.

Just a day of cleaning, that’s all it was.

 

After he wobbled into the front room,

I could see him, his confusion abound.