Roselle Park Is Where We Stayed

My parents moved to Roselle Park in the early 1970s, back when my father was taking the train to work and my mother was watching three kids in a house that always needed something fixed. We were not a big important family. Just school mornings, church clothes, neighbors yelling across the driveway, and my dad falling asleep in his chair after dinner. I left New Jersey for a few years and used to say I would never come back. Then my mother got sick, and I came home. Funny how that happens. The place you think you are done with is the place that still knows your name. This hex is for my parents, for Roselle Park, and for the family we kept together even when it wasnt easy.