One parent directed me towards the other, Who waited with open arms,Both of them smiling, encouraging,
My brothers on the stairway cheering. No,
I don’t recall if there was music playing Or if an uncle was filming that historic Occasion, I couldn’t tell you anything
About the Cold War outside or how The country was about to collide With itself — you wouldn’t ask me then
About what would become of us:
One parent’s exploding heart,The other parent’s vanishing mind—
I don’t even remember if I made itTo the other side without falling:
The only thing I can say with certainty
Is that, between one parent and the other,I somehow stood up and stumbled into my life.
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