Don’t control the chaos and

I beg you not to kill the playful screams.

I live to hear the sounds of bare feet

among worn carpet and childish giggles

from the warehouse of our toys.

With all my heart I’d like to hear

the tumbling of vibrant,

multicolored blocks. I could hear

the collapse of a child’s empire anywhere,

but if not on that worn carpet

I’d rather not say.