In messages scrawled on blurred windows
On footprints etched into the sand
In crumbled papers left in dustbins
In unread letters on nightstands

Picketing pennies left on the subway
Or scattered seashells on the shore
Pieces of happiness begging to be stolen
Like fairytales left on nursery floors

Like her hand through running water
Trying to hold on
To secrets that were never hers
To joy here one moment
To joy long gone

She tells her children to share their stories
To wrap grins around her like an endless shawl
She tells her children to share their toys
To share the bliss of legos and barbie dolls

When they feel cold
When wind blows
When adolescence brings smirks and locked doors
She’ll go back to the subway
Search for pennies on train floors
And messages scrawled on blurred windows