, , ,

she turns and asks her husband

if she’ll know when it’s not night,

if her babies will ever be sunned

if they’ll know their growing height.

he tells her that it’s spinning,

this earth around the light

and the morning’s only a beginning

for a day spent in the yard

where the kids will practice winning

and forgetting that their scarred.

the solstice might leave them stunned

but that’s why growing’s hard.