Don’t You Forget It
One day—some day soon—
your kitchen will be silent, the house will be quiet,
and you will be desperate to hear it again—the noise,
that which has been absent for so long now.
The two little feet trampling down the hall,
trembling the ceiling above you as they fall.
Don’t you forget it—lose perspective.
Your full house will be empty soon enough—and cold—
all those you love most—
would do anything to hold—gone.