If we are lucky

We spoil our kids

because we are sorry.

We brought them here

to keep us company

and love us.

And now they have to feel,

All the pain we felt and maybe more.

The tide will take your sandcastle,

The sun will set.

And I can’t guarantee anything,

Not even that I will be here tomorrow

Or that you will be.

Where will we go?

That depends.

If we are lucky,

We will not experience too much pain,

But you will hurt

Even when it’s not your fault.

And sometimes it will be your fault

And that hurts, too.

And if I gave you my advice now

Or tried to inspire you

Or made promises

And said there are no monsters

It would seem insincere.

And I am running out of time

And running out of paper

So I will leave you

my love.

If I never say it again,

I love you.



We had sharper jawlines at 20,
darker hair at 30.
You stopped there.
I kept China dolls and pictures in cabinets
Where they could not turn to dust.

Pocket wife

I want a wife in my pocket

She would have chartreuse wings and magenta lips

She would put brownies in my lunchbox and buy boxes of the finest chocolates for my friends on their birthdays

My pocket wife would have a tiny waist

I want a husband in my pocket

Who would never hand me an instruction manual

He would wear an acorn hat to put out fires

He would give me exact change

I want a mother in my pocket

She would do the same things as my wife but she would be plump and have a few gray hairs

She would make my bed and read my stories

I want a father in my pocket

He would look like Santa Claus

Or a distinguished talk show host

He would tell me what to do

Because it works for girls and boys

I would need them all with me

But I would keep them in separate pockets

For their safety

And mine.