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The Eve of...

With apologies to Margaret Wise Brown


November 19th, 2016

Dear Todd,

Ode to Aden...

In the great tan space
There was a poster
And an illustrated face 

And a sculpture of-
An AT AT on a shelf in its place

And there were three little crafts
A boat, a car, a raft
And two wrestling awards

And two school poster boards

And two Lego Star Wars Ships

And a bag from some Potato Chips

And a laptop and two speakers
and a pair of smelly sneakers
And an 80lb Aussie
who was snoring and bossy
Goodnight space

Goodnight face

Goodnight AT AT on a shelf in its place
Goodnight crafts

And the wrestling awards

Goodnight Ships

Goodnight Chips

Goodnight speaker

And goodnight sneakers

Goodnight Aussie

And goodnight saxophone

That was one day played

And goodnight photograph
that needs to be framed

Goodnight stuffed koala bear

who you called "Kalupticus."
Goodnight Star Wars blanket

Made with love from all of us

And goodnight to the childish toys
that sit high up on shelves
Goodnight to you, my love
and everything that was twelve.

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