I found a picture! Yes, you know the one
[color=white]—[/color]Of you and I, and you're the soccer coach
And I the player, before a game's begun?
[color=white]—[/color]It is, I think, a subject we should broach
[color=white]—[/color]If you don't mind it—just how awful gauche
[color=white]——[/color]The choice... A mother-son! How did it pass
[color=white]——[/color]That either one of us was on that grass?

You'd not before nor I thereafter played.
[color=white]—[/color]And strange to think that given how we are
We would have once conspired (and you were paid)
[color=white]—[/color]To train and strategize, and be on par
With rival kindergarteners, afar.
[color=white]——[/color]But most relationships are weird at first;
[color=white]——[/color]And maybe ours to try was not the worst.

I think of purple sweatshirts, and that cap
[color=white]—[/color]You wore, the goal too big for me to tend,
The crunching leaves and cold that clung like sap,
[color=white]—[/color]And autumn when the colors start to blend.
[color=white]—[/color]And where are we, that never had an end?
[color=white]——[/color]A different season settled over us.
[color=white]——[/color]The kids are gone—though stayed we on that bus!