Memorial Day

Sandboxes. Swingsets. Barbeques. Reunions. Camera's flashing all weekend long and ending here: a capture of life, not glamourous or pretty. Just as it is. My eyes are tired. The skin around them swollen and just starting to turn gray. My freckles are hiding, waiting to be coaxed to the fore by the summer's sun. His porcelain skin is pressed against mine, greenish-hazel eyes are tired and blank, staring to the distance.

The long weekend ending in my arms at the foot of the stairs, mother and son.