For my daughters, so very far away—

If I were there, I’d slip sweet notes under your pillow
For you to hold in your hands as you sleep.
In the cracks of the sidewalks, I would drop, for you to find,
Small memories of when you were adored best.
I’d order lavender skies at dusk and armfuls of gardenias
To be delivered when you expect them least.
I’d pave over every pothole and design billboards
That sing your name like a favorite song.
With every step you take, I’d throw my heart
To the ground to be used as the softest carpet.
If only I were there, my daughters, so very far away.