Composites

There will be a little girl with
your dark eyes and my small feet,
who will be the best striker on her soccer team.

There will be a little boy with
your naturally straight teeth and my unruly hair,
who will play “Für Elise” on the piano.

There will be an adolescent girl who
will sigh in exasperation when she is
suspended for punching a racist classmate.

There will be a teenage boy who
will wreck your motorcycle after
sneaking out for a midnight joyride.

There will be two (grown) kids who
reluctantly admit that they learned how
to survive in the real world with our help.