New Children/Old Children
In the months since we were
Untimely ripped from one another,
When the long, expansive summer
And the modulation of expectation
Far from home worsened and the angry
Face of the tyrant and the tiny woman
Sharing my domain took our last hours.
No one could have foreseen a recovery.
But, the fact remains- I love them.
Not in the way I fell in love with
Their smiley faces as they came in
That first day or when they played in the
artificial
Floral haven, the realistic quotidian environs
I created
For them to pretend to be old in. the way I
felt my
Heart splinter as I was shuffled blubbing
in to the
Back of the car
But in a real way, nonetheless.
I love lizard face, and singing French songs,
I love “him a told me a do it” when talking
about a girl,
I love eye of the tiger tricky word
challenge, I love can I stay
With you, here in school where you live. I
love “who
Are the helping hands?” I love the noise
monitor and
Cats sitting in the lavatory. I love secret
holiday homework and
Fifteen year old mums. I love how sad you
are when the bear was
Abducted by aliens and how even though the
noise breaks the sound barrier,
You always know
What I said.
The love is pure and incomparable.
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