Our Children
They tip toe around us like thieves
Not wanting to be seen
And caught with expensive feelings
They smile and laugh
Like actors
Exchanging anxiety for lies
They are practiced in the art
Of protecting our fragility
Assessing our level of stability
Measuring each emotion with scientific precision
Perfecting a potion they drink to survive
They are alchemists
Magicians of chaos
With one tap on the shoulder
One well-timed sleight of hand
They bring order to our universe
And make us believe
They are going to be all right