Written by Paul Strausman
Phil's first roommate at New Paltz College
I think I'll always remember the way our mothers were
so long ago.
Yours, as blustery as the day
trying to control forces she no longer
had power over,
sunny and warm,
with an ease I know she no longer felt
For them, the moment was charged with significance
we just wanted to get on with our lives.
We thought they'd never leave.
As we unpacked out toothbrushes,
underwear and guitars,
our mothers hovering and bustling
about us like jealous lovers,
somehow we knew without speaking
we would be friends.
As so we've remained all these years.
Little did we know,
that when out mothers finally left
they'd lost their little boys