Taking Root
Being introduced to our youngest foster son.
Remembering how our first introduction was me trying to hold your hand and you throwing french fries at me,
how I watched you fill the dining area with your giant smile and let your uncontrollable laughter fill my ears and heart,
makes me feel better about the way that heavy greasy air sits in my nose and lungs every time I return to McDonalds.
It's almost comforting, how that thick air took root deep in my chest that day, how you took root deep in my heart that day,
and how the sight of golden arches and the smell and taste of fries reminds me of our beginnings.
About the Creator
F Cade Swanson
Queer dad from Virginia now living and writing in the Pacific Northwest. Dad poems, sad poems, stories about life. Follow me on instagram at @fcadeswanson
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