my young sons
share the radio
they find a rhythm
seek a beat
and find in me
their partner
today I hold them
without heat
as we turn by the stove
but I know
someday those they lie with,
or to,
will blame me for
the excess
they will say:
"your mother's skeletons
are lodging in your bones"
but today we dance
to music someone's playing
Copyright 2004 Jody Serey. All Rights Reserved.