Children Dreaming Poem by James McLain

Whichever which one was the fartherest,
I picked that one.
They have the right to know who you are.
Connected by the cord of hope, you are the right one.
At birth it's the color of flesh.
Today while waiting for the bus one mother was.
She was attractive but without her daughter or son.
She ask me how to get to the place I was going.

Her family had them both because,
she was going to try to have some xanax
prescribed to her.
I told her my ex wife used to take mine
and that D.C.F. took my daughter from her last month.
I told her that her only real problem was the simple fact that she had no life.
I commented her on the fact that her womanly attributes
were very actor active.
She replied that she works for hooters.
A real life I pointed out.
One with self respect for her mind as well.
She said I was cute and knew a lot about woman problems.
I gave her some xanax she thanked me and left.
In parting I told her that some thing bad would happen
if she ever left with a big tipper.
Think of your son and daughter I leaving said.
Before leaving she said that she had never heard such
words and the way that I spoke them until.