Invisible Children

Invisible children, ours.

Yours and mine

With chubby cheeks and green eyes

They’ll feed the chickens

They’ll catch crayfish and frogs and we’ll cook their eggs, tails, and legs

Respectively

They’ll grow up lean and bold

And they’ll do as they’re told for a while

As we did, until we could stand it no longer

They’ll pine as we pined

And give as we gave

They’ll harbor desires, small and large

That they’ll never give air

Or maybe they will, and defy us our melancholy

For the better
And worse