The Musician And The Mother

We’re two different people, he and I

Both with voices and dreams,

But none we can share


His voice, a gate into a realm of

Creativity and insight

Mine, a tool to encourage and discipline

His dreams are filled with stages and strobe lights

Mine with diapers and play dates


Though our love is strong and faithful

We can’t survive the break of determination

He will one day travel the world,

Screaming into an amplifier until his voice goes numb

I will one day wear a ring, singing lullabies to my darlings


Our bond,

Destined for tragedy

Worthy of Shakespeare's audience,

Will not overcome the hardship of perseverance

Nor the international separation

Of a woman who wants her family

And a man who wants his fan