Skeletons

Reaching for my flute-case
amid the poly-cotton blends
brought back lazy summer melodies
where memories couldn’t end

Like the bright magenta lacquer
displayed with love on tiny fingers
far too small to really grasp
all this chaos while it lingered

As you laughed at me, hysterical,
while I used words without command ~
some that earned me silly nicknames
and some I still don’t understand

You know I noted your attendance
in the roster for my day
just as I'd noted, then, your absence
As he carried me away

I won’t be home this Saturday
But then… you haven’t been for years