2008

Thick slices of white bread.
Freshly buttered, full of gluten
Fresh cakes and spaghetti,
Melt-in-middle chocolate pudding.

For red cheeks and mucky paws,
Gazing up to a bright purple sky.
I want to wrap you in those soft clouds,
Hold you, closer, promise–

I’ll try to serve you golden days
On a polished silver platter
Seconds and thirds of love songs
For the little one, how you matter.