Arms Construction
Steady your tremors
Calm your nervous hearts
Knit your brows and lie in the dark
With your pile of silent parts
Safe from your worries
Sweating in your coats
You will miss the softness and snow
Or the row of egg-shaped holes
Run your tiny fingers through mild and abiding winter
Everything is strange to me
Your presence gives me cause for concern
Think of your parents
And may they rest in peace
If they were here to see this ungodly mess
It would scare them half to death
This wasn't what we planned you know
We stay inside on Sunday mornings
Sleeping through construction and
The pounding of the rain
