Orphan

What's it like to have a mum and dad?

Warm hugs, hot Sunday dinners
parent smile, kind shroud wrapping around
homely things sounds of birds singing
not empty spaces instead, wearing
dad's old clothes, trying to feel his ghost
inside woolen sleeves
child reaches out, searching
for the gaps, spaces as Autumn leaves
swirl through avenues, golden 
shapes vacating mother tree
uprooted family, five down to three