I wish I could hold you every day.
Freeze the aging,
Warm an aching heart,
Protect you from torment of men who will do you wrong.
I aim for days where we'll sit together
In rocking chairs holding wrinkled hands
My grandkids, your kids,
Stopping by asking of our hunger, their assistance.
I see us on a beach in harmony,
One piece bathing suits with skirts to knees,
Water shoes for fragile little feet.
Sun visors, beach chaise longues
Later to regret when we wiggle our way up, attempt to stand,
Chuckle to one another,
we munch hermits and sip warmed milk,
Sneaking a gum drop here and often there.
Yet, for now, all I wish is to keep getting on your nerves
Fight as teenagers should, and often do.