Children

Began in 2017, completed in 2019

Can't our children always be children

And our skin stay the same?

Can’t our mothers always stay with us

And never grow tired with age?

Will not Time choose that now is enough,

And stop his battle on Love,

That it might flow over, forever and still

in perfect belonging in us.

Can't our children never know hurt

Surpassing that which is felt

On knees and on palms that quickly resolve;

With kisses and stories, melt.

Has Time not found his work sufficient

Through lives he sees pass by?

For even Time I think would slow down

To hope every once in a while.