Mom reading to me,
Bedtime stories, fresh and old,
Unhappy endings.

Loud protest from me,
Sometimes with effusive tears,
Mom revising end.

The wolf does not eat,
Grandma or Red Riding Hood,
All's well with the world.

If only her words,
From heaven could change today,
Real life with such ease.


Hear my reading of this poem at https://open.spotify.com/episode/1Iua0LTtHwczbN19aEiALg?si=DsYKH0OdRj6KiBCL0ZYeoA