grateful

breathtaking
how could
one
hope
for another thing
after
i’ve seen this
but
i’m hungry
never satisfied
always seeking
i want
mama to quit crying
the checkbook to balance
my brother
to see
it’s no one’s fault
but his own
the plumbing to be fixed
her cancer to go away
and
to be loved
like the girl
in the old
tattered collection of poems
quietly sitting
on the bottom back shelf
of mr. worthington’s bookshop
not
the cheaply drawn blonde
in the
brightly colored blocks
of those graphic comics
disdainful
a blind man
would be content
with just my
morning view
humans
always seeking
never
content
thank you god
for making
my children
1/2
fairy