Blurred at the Edges

Stirrups in a table
Paper draped foam
Lollipop sticks
My son called out at three
Now calling out again
This time thirteen
In a cheap, plastic chair
Fingers clutched to the side
Now what seems to be the problem?
Still echoes through my mind

"I think they are watching.
There is something I know."

"What is it, can you tell me?"

He thinks this is part of the show

"Now that…that is what I'm trying to figure out."

He figured it out
Harvard goes far
And is worth paying for
When there is a puzzle before you
Stirrups, paper draped foam, lollipop sticks
Blurred at the edges
The pieces don't fit
In the normally assembled pattern
College, grandbabies, and laughter
Lots of laughter
I hear it welling up in me
Mixed with disbelief
Still struggling to put together the pieces
Schi     zo     phre     nia