tiny baby girl
goes to sleep--
please wake up
please wake up!

go back into your mothers arms
you are
too young to become unknown

so do not go

find your breath
and turn around
and live to be a century

see your mother
on her death bed
your hand in hers

and what about your wedding dress?
and what about your wedding dress?
and what
about
your wedding dress?

you have my heart and
i pretend i do not miss it
i am endlessly baffled
how we could leave
without a smile or a wave or a party
with balloons and confetti
and a cake

without that comforting thought
that good buy is just an
eventual hello