Carol Lynn Grellas | Pandemonium

There’ll be a day my boy becomes a man;

imposing wonderment inside a narrow line−

beyond the road that disappears ahead,

one path where truth and reverie entwine

more challenging than mommies dare to say

as disappointment looms in evening’s sky

where once a wish was made upon a star,

if only it were easier… and I

am just a girl beneath this mother’s form

where miracles have flourished in my womb,

so unaware the world would be unfair,

a topsy-turvy realm chockfull of doom

yet hope can be the visionary’s flare

so dream, I tell my boy, of all you dare.