My mother used to say on occasion
that my father’s “get up and go, got
up and left.” I didn’t get it at the
time. Thinking back, I contemplated
the very slim chance that I actually
was around to hear but not understand
about what my mother was complaining.
Thousands of swimming sperm and one
little egg and bingo, I was the one
in a thousand. Then I gave thanks
that at that moment in time my father’s
“get up and go hadn’t got up and left”
— just yet, even though its kind of
embarrassing to consider — my parents?