At Home With You

Tomorrow when you emit some earthy epithet at a passing driver
you will be repeating my words
Every time you drive on I-70
you will remember I’m nearby
Whenever you hold a book, I will be there
When you touch your sons, you will remember me
When your granddaughter, and, many years later
your great-grandsons reach for you, you will see me
And each evening, I will be at home with you.