P.A.R.E.N.T.S.

Some of us will never escape our past. Case in point: My best friend who wrote this poem in grammar school for his mother. His older brother wouldn’t let it die on paper and together we resurrected it in song. This is for you, Jeff. This version was recorded (virtually) in 2006. The original was recorded many years before that. Luckily I was able to locate this equally embarrassing photo too.