was the dark morning drive
thru long streets of the DMV.
They spent blood, sweat and tears,
money collected over numerous years
to settle our new nest in comfort,
Mama’s love and hustle
cooking splendid meals
with splendid deals,
and becoming a Mama Dragon
when someone treats us ill,
Pops’ resilience fixing every obstacle,
inserting screws and bolts into walls
while simultaneously correcting technological flaws
he’s savvy,
but their last deed was liking
to a drive to my private high school
with Mom,
or a basketball practice
with Dad.
The only finger I lifted
pertained to their suitcase
in the trunk of the car,
and I watched them drive
us to where they would depart.
One hug he says
“Protect your family,”
One hug she says
“We love you always,”
and I watched their backs get smaller
until a honk to my bumper
sparked me to move on
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