Car and Fuzzy
Have to be
In the same room
As him.
Three is all
About tragedy.
The other
The elder
Is older now.
The first baby
I ever held
Now rides a bike
And sasses back
Because Mom
Says no
To more robots.
The first
The man
Who holds me close
Dreams of the sea
Far away
From the fires
And metals
He works
Day by day.
He loves me still
And tenderly,
But man
If he could only
Get a good night
Of sleep,
Or his hair
Wasn’t starting
To thin.
Author T.S. Lowe 