When I put my pen to paper

The result is only partly mine

The words that flow through me

Only do

Because half of me, is you

Your writings are scarce, but there’s always been a poem on the fridge

The School Bus

In all of your favorite pieces

You recite poetics about how much you love your kids

Oh, honey bunny, honey bunny

You make my life sunny

My funny honey bunny

The song you’ve sung to me countless times, in an exaggerated baritone

You don’t know how much that rhyme means to me

no matter where I am

When I hear it

I’m transported home

Each stanza I transcribe

Will always only be partly mine

Because my love for language was given to me

By the parts of my mind that are half of you

Until the end of time