Here our children, spawned like little fishes

cloudy veils floating down on jelly eggs

Your words washed over my heart like kisses

And brought forth little black squiggles with legs

That wrap around the lines to form sonnets

And lap around the pages to spill books

Shining where we have failed to be honest

Swimming sideways with their tails, curves and hooks

Wiggling black pollywogs on the pages

Which soon transform to thoughts and hop away

In the stream they develop in stages

Collective unconsciousness into waves

Oh Poseidon, king o'er all the deep seas

If you see these poems, know that I loved thee.