Stephanies Son

I’m Stephanies son

Not Brendon

Or Brian

Nor Frank

But her son

And also Brians grandson

Tim’s nephew

Once I was Patsys husband

And I’ll always be

Harley And Scarletts dad

And amidst all those names

Some part of me

Remains apart

Hoping someone will see

If I could fix myself

But, sometimes I wonder

If it’s too late for me

And in the most eloquent

Expressions of anxiety

If one day she’s going to be bored

Of me

But nameless and faceless

I still reach out

Take my hand and tell me

I’m not invisible