dear diary/dear children

a pantoum...


I do not know what will become of you,
O careful keeper of my secret thoughts.
When I depart would I have you go too,
Leaving my children to connect the dots?

O careful keeper of my secret thoughts,
Spiral-bound soul of me, set to death’s fire.
Leaving my children to connect the dots,
They’ll search the flames and find in them a mirror.

Spiral-bound soul of me, set to death’s fire-
I’ll leave you open-hearted on the shelf.
They’ll search the flames and find in them a mirror-
Dear children, the reflection of myself.

I’ll leave you open-hearted on the shelf
When I depart, and let you see the truth:
Dear children, the reflection of myself,
I do not know what will become of you.