Inches

For Austin

 

You

You brilliant little one

 

Your big, brown eyes

And your tangled eyelashes

 

Your small, chapped mouth

And your laugh that’s larger than the whole world

 

Your growth cannot only be measured in inches

 

Sometimes, I cannot fathom the industry

We are all in

 

The industry where I have work,

And when I get to play,

I play far away from you

 

And my play can be measured in inches

 

I wish that we had endless days to play on the swings

 

Because the more I think of your life,

The more my mouth tastes like pennies

 

My surroundings start to look like pennies too,

And although everything is still shiny, it is the same color,

And bitter, and small.

 

Because the longer I look at the trees, the ones that are now responsible for my breath, joy, shelter,

The more I remember our Mother.

 

And the more I remember that you have less of her