Your little boy hides his face
When he hears your car horn
Your little girl rearranges her dress
When she hears your footsteps by the door
They know what selflessness means
And they crave it in your love
They’ve had many touches from above
At least that’s what mother teaches.
So where’s their father
Where’s the man who loves their mother
Is he the raging terror in their dreams
That they could never request a need?
If these ones shrink before your presence
With what guts shall they seek a present?