by Jonathan Francesco
Word Count: 125
Rated: G
Summary: A short poem about the author’s future children.
They run into the misty embrace
Of the Atlantic waters
They hop out of the pool
And run into the house
Dripping a puddle behind them
They hit each other with pillows
During half of the movie
After they finish their popcorn
Until things start exploding
And they can’t turn around
They bow their heads and pray
And try to pronounce some of the big words
And they ask what it means when it’s done
And then proceed to tell me
Truth only a child could know
They shout goodnight
And hug each other tight
Even if they’re too old
They slip under the covers
And enter into their dreams
I see them
From a distance
Maybe one day
I will meet them
My children