The Knot

Give me the string
so I can go back to the beginning

spot the spark and
point out the giggles

the pin pricks of longing 
I'll witness the wanting

on my search to
reveal the why

Because maybe then
when I follow it forward 

through the years as hot children in the city,
and the births of babies,

 artists living on minimal income
building the base to rest on

now grey hair
still together

and stumble on the knot,
the moment it all stopped

I'll untangle it with ease
set it straight, how it should be

So that today sitting
at this long, lace-covered table

in this house
of your creation 

restored to its vintage perfection
furnished like a magazine

with food fit for royalty
though it's just us to see

eyes might not roll
conversation might continue

the smile might stay
on your son's face.