mom and dad
You whisper ‘I love you’,
but I see beaming,
steel-plate shine of medieval armor,
something more.
I’m just a timid sapling underneath an oak tree
one branch is raised in the sunlight,
providing shade for ladybugs and earthworms–
I like to watch them squirm deep in the dirt, coddling their larvae.
And I droop
because a butterfly lands on me and I’m too scrawny to give it support,
so it flied up to the wise oak tree,
as the violet wings leave me I’m reminded of glass mosaics.
And I love you too,
And I love you too.
And I’ll be an oak tree someday,
And I’ll still love you.