When my boys look up with questioning eyes,
When these failing states bode darkening skies,
Painfully, I remind myself that they
Having seen bombs fall and men talking shit
On TV who I would so gladly pit
Against my fast fists for all their damn lies,When these failing states bode darkening skies,
And I gather my boys, searching words fit
For them to face these times and not be hit
By the toxic stench of the strong man's rise,Painfully, I remind myself that they
Take me as only part of their thinking,
That I'm just a bedrock of values they know.They'll grow their own forests in their own way,
And so I'm left thinking that parentingIs just one long process of letting go.
