jigsaw

and one day
The jigsaw puzzle disappeared.


He worked hours on them, some a few hundred some a few thousand pieces, one had more pieces than I could calculate, but it measured 4 feet by 6 feet, it was an Old World Map.


I imagine him putting together pieces of the puzzles
the care in gluing on a back, making a custom frame and sealing the front as if it were a rare piece of art that needed to be restored and preserved.

So many pieces sought-for and placed, but not-a-one had feelings. They were all pieces of colored card board. Cardboard is so much more predictable than humans.


Working for hours on putting the little pieces of cardboard into a predefined pattern,


and relishing in the incredible accomplishment,


yet ignoring and hiding from the pieces of his life that really mattered,.....




Me,


.... his child.