I’m intrinsically focused
on being a better me
and as God builds me
I know he must enjoy comedy
Like these “thick of it” situations
my constant innovations
and big time preparations
and then the plan changes
I know he smiles
as I think I know it all
You’re a threat heading off to school
with your wide-eyed innocence caught on film
Phones mistaken for guns
Kindness mistaken for rage
You’re a threat for being in the way
In your little hands, you grasp dandelions
Blowing them apart, letting them sail in wind
Your laughter follows as each little piece
flies far from your fingers, floating to the sky