hey little one
I promise when you grow up
you won’t remember all the strange legs
you peered through
watching mom drive off to work

I promise she’ll back
and these strangers with their
unknown hands will feed you
smiles of King Midas’ touch
under your frenulum

no you won’t understand their
ways but momma told you this was family
so when she returns and ask
if you had a good time,
ponder yes and beg
to return tomorrow