His smiles and laughter
Were everything to her
If he could understand
One day he would.

He would soon outgrow
His squeaky shoes
And his boy vest
His favorite ride now too small.


Wrinkles and grays
Worked their shifts against time
Or a reminder
Of her selfless love?

His smiles and laughter
Never change
He will always be
Her little boy.

Untouched sand they once were
Blew away, the gentle wind sings
Settled on the dandelions fur
Or somewhere far it brings
Out the window twilight greets
Song birds and honey bees
Shall gather around for treats
And the dandelions will open with ease

he said it was important to question yourself
do we live in an eternal dream, a coma
that we could wake up from tomorrow
fresh and red, ripe for a new dream
sprinkling star dust and tear crumbs on children's eyes
hoping to shield them from the future they won't have
their mouths opened, pearly whites gritting words
unsaid in the hollowness of their homes
marble floors and pale walls collect the nail clippings
perfection hunting us even in our fantasy
but if we are not
then who will dream about us?