You grabbed my face today as if to say,
Don’t screw this up.
A tall order, considering the vernacular of the menu.
I would give you the world.
I would give you a double portion.
As one bearded and wizened.
Can I unroll your future for you, welcoming you to the award show of your life? And breathlessly ask,
Who are you going to wear?
Can I give you the combination to open your school locker?
Can I promise you a Black & White world and send you skipping to the fishing hole?
Can I tell you—who cannot speak—of how you were born? How of all the sands of the sea, you, our pearl.
Stretch out your new limbs and rock on a sea of arms.
Receive the blessing that falls from my lips.
Grab with your strong baby fingers the ones that I cannot say.
So that we together may have the double portion.