one day we’ll try to throw kids
into the mix, that hope, that wonder
when i saw a boy, six or seven, struggling
to put on his jacket, talking softly to his dad and i thought
Wow, what if we had a son

What if he was soft spoken, clever like his dad
had his eyes and his disposition and patience
really all he’d need from me is
my hair, if he was a she, cos like i told you the night
we met, you have crunchy hair
it’s nice, but not for a girl, she’d be poofier than My Big Fat Greek Wedding
that i knew as i patted your head at the bar
that night, i thought What a man
i’ve found