The Thankful Line - Poem

My children are bandits

Now, at forty-one, 

Their thievery leads

to a joyful penury

And to the growth of praise

Of those without guile.

Here, a ditty to the patrimony
That I created with a tiny sock
Attached to a spindly leg
The fixation of little beings
Poking about in drawers

This is what we are;
The thankful line of life ever growing.

Eric Maroney 2008, 2011