On Parents

How do I tell you the best you have done was not enough
How do I tell you that love has never built a city or grown a tree
How do I tell you the doors of steel you have spent nothing short of everything on
still leave a crack above the floor wide enough to let only the best words enter with all the worst intentions
How do I tell you that I have been cradling them in the lap of my mind for long enough to call them mine
How can I tell you that it won't work
Food
Won't work
Money
Won't work
Simple equations
Won't work
No amount of dollars will buy me a conscience I will want to sleep in
There is more to my world than a good day at the park
And I am sorry you will never know that