He Thinks That His Paper Boats...

he thinks that his paper boats will all
float out to sea.
I help him fold them.

I make the mast of gold.
he thinks that the sun is a hive
full of amber and amber bees

and sunlight is honey, on our table
someday if he is  able he will rule
all of the kids in school.

I raise the lid he pours the magic in
whenever we pretend
our days will never in any weather

ever ever end.
he thinks that his ships will sail
and everything in the mail

is a wish coming true.
I tend to think so, too.

mary angela douglas 1 september 2019