My sons — A meditation

my sons, if i could
i would spin
the clouds into yarn
and make you
a sweater each
(but the clouds
are out of reach).
or maybe if i made
blankets instead,
then I could wrap
your dreams
in clear, bright skies,
where rain is just a rumor
to scare the butterflies.

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