santos scribes

an animated tiger
sings sweetly to my attentive daughter
pretending words that don’t rhyme do:
‘grooown-ups come backkkkkkk’

my children,
(my dear, sweet, innocent children)
are being raised by a woman whose grown-ups didn’t come back
some days it feels like i’m giving them more than i had just by being here-
other days, all forgotten lies & fairy tales.