When you said so, with me forever.
Impressions…
To Be in your Thoughts
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Don’t know how I got here, but I’m happy to stay,
make myself comfortable, dance around and play.
Was it something I said that popped me in your head?
Nice of you to have me, you really didn’t have to,
all the ways of wishing, sure did bring us true. Love
when you have me over, feel I could stay awhile,
best part of being here is getting to watch you smile.
And when the children ask, ‘were you like this when
you were young?’ We’ll only momentarily interrupt
our impressions of sizzling shrimp to ask with
condescension what is meant by ‘were young,’ then
straight back on the barbie we’ll go. I play the harmonica
between your legs, lost in enchanted song. A realized
seat upon the piano bench of time, always playing
for as long as you are mine. Throughout your darling
days my little whispers tickle as they trace your wings
with the morning dew we once knew. As you tread the
garden of your golden hour mind, find me tiling away,
tending with love the fruits thereof.
Letters of Measure 