“We’ll see…”
“Oh, can we mom?” I beg and plead
for nothing I could ever need
or something with a mouth to feed.
“We’ll see…” says mom. “We’ll see…”
Which leaves us, mom, to hope and guess
if you’ll withhold, or will you bless.
A breath away from “No” or “Yes”:
“We’ll see…” says mom. “We’ll see…”
