And it wasn’t a register really
Not like the ones in classes –
Ordered by name
With a legion of lines alongside
And the ocassional O or A
Breaking the stoic regiment.
They were on those lists too,
Most of them –
Or had been at least
Before the Os
Became E
Then eventually
Ctrl Alt Del –
About this time usually
April
Too many gaps
The lines poised to fall
Jenga like –
Pick up sticks
Parents’ fists
filled with those lines
But what about all these?
What do we do now?
Hands full of the bits that were left
Grasped tight
And brought and safe spilled
In a place that didn’t see
Os and As
Didn’t care for E
Wouldn’t Ctrl Alt Del
Just took the bits
Built them up
Stitched perhaps, tailored even…
Unique. Complete.
With time and space and sweets
And smiles and laughter
And the lines stood strong
Stronger.
No it wasn’t anything like
Those registers.
In those places.
It was nothing like them at all.