Moonlit [POETRY]

mother & father

on your bossom, I a toddler cry
joyful, scornful, resent, pride
if I was all the reason, let me prode with time
till I am no longer your own, but you are my child

then I'd be painted in cream, like an autumn home
where the rivering orange bend and flow
I'd blend in the walls, in the couches & doors
till you are wise and withered, let me be your home

if slumbers are all, do dream & dream
you may birth the lullabies & I will warm you glee
if only I could make you two my children, I'd spare gently asunder
safe now, for eternity, forever and ever