A Letter to My Son at Camp

Each night

as I clean up from dinner

I put away the serving which would have been yours.

These few weeks 

while long enough 

     for me to miss you and our night time talks

     and the afternoons we carve out time to share popcorn and a movie,

while long enough for the recycling bin to fill several times over

     and for the dog to give up waiting for your return and finally 

     come upstairs

These few weeks

are not long enough 

    for me to adjust to cooking for a family of three. 

Yet in four short years I will have to do just that. 

No longer will you need to tell me 

the nights you will not be home for dinner 

but rather the nights when you will. 

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