On a Tuesday I watched as you said goodbye

And said with a huge smile, “See you on Thursday!”

To your young son who cringed and fought

the connection between your arms

to his body.

Who needs your attention?

If you have a child

there is no one that needs you more

The weather in your life doesn’t matter

your own heart

needs your own work

to bathe it in light

Because those magic eyes that look to you

won’t always be there if you ignore them

They’ll turn to rings

Away from you even when they look at you.

Their love is not yours to expect

Their sweetness is not yours to demand

With hands in the air

reaching for birds

The ghost of the baby you loved

will go.