Their chatter was rapid and sapid,
Daft and inspired, dodging insipid—
They brought pleasure to a tired parent
Who got to say goodnight to nothing
And nobody, to unknot the tongue
On blunt rhymes and ridiculous puns.
I miss them now, those weird, dreamy texts
I read in those years of sleep-wrecked nights.
If they were hallucinatory,
Well that was excused as what kids like,
But I didn’t care much as a kid.
As a parent I learned parents did.