Bags

An impish wail
from toothless maw
cries of dreams
for future days

Mother's hope
And Father's dreams
bundled warmly
in cherished babe

Given love
built on ideals
babe grows into
infinite possibilities

Equation of life
changes on whims
of spastic ideas
made painfully real

Eventually all
becomes transparent
through the sheer skin
of plastic

For all the world
to see how
life is built
simply fragile