Chapped red cheeks
Holding hands with
The little ones
Having to *** after
The slip and slide
The rollercoaster ride
Of gallivanting and shining
In the orange part of
Californication.

Your plaid shirt
Red wine with the older ones
I'm the youngest of all
As we purr in our troll meets kitty like way
Return to the city
What is not almost today
Let's pick up the seeds, nuts, spinach
And all of the hummus
My eyes are so tired
But I feel a deep mature contentment
I've been longing to feel
All of my days.