Your Mother's Rabbits Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And I said I loved you, but I almost
Failed math:
You didn’t even finish school outside of Mexico:
Your house is your jewelry and it goes well,
Smoothing like smooth stones skipped on the soft
Brown elbows of your likely agitated body;
And if we made love,
I wasn’t there: I was on another shore, battling with
My fraternity of heroes:
I just spied you for awhile, and we made love that way,
Through our small change of wishes:
And your children grew up and learned all that you
Had to teach them- Don’t you ever think of what they
Will learn
In the green elbows of your house where all of your
Mother’s rabbits have all but disappeared.