There’d been the best choice to stack their toys,
teach them well
to arrange all in happier groups, families,
and play with trifles and treasures instead of
electronics, ever making pat excuses
screens would ready them for the future;
instead my babies howled as never expected
the day I swept and hauled
every toy and block away. I was screaming,
furious, and frothing that she was going
to leave it, making me do it
since I complained to her for so long.
This is one of my greatest sorrows in life.
I threw away the bricks.
My son never built his cathedral.