the buttons on my shirt some loving mums
of not the dearest sons the old school chums
since mother time was growing clockwork dumb
some morsels of some round white glistening crumb
we stole from her the b in crumb is mum
and mum concreted was in dutch a scum
she made time fly a minute hand ago
i was a solemn child
he now must go.
growing up
April 2, 2024