mother's day

written may 13, 2007

before the weight of the world
saw your ideals unfit
you read books
making sure
i'd make it in this world
and now
the the weight of the world
is just a an article of clothing
you tell me
that i'm going to make it in this world

once upon a time you were beautiful
and men would promise you the
stars and the moon

and now you sleep alone
waiting for the world
to give you a respite
from the stars and the moon

i want you to know
you are beautiful
and if i could,
i'd give you the stars and the moon

but you're too smart
for promises unreachable
that doesn't mean
you can't reach for
what you once thought
was for fools.

because it's coming to you.