Pan

I am eight
Still believe
In magic sitting
At the Muni outdoor
Theatre in St. Louis as
Mary Martin as Peter Pan
Flies across the stage London
To Neverland all of us enthralled
At her performance and the story
About growing up hanging on to
Childhood dreams of flying or
Pirates and Indians and our
Image of our mother until
We become worldly wise
At nine or ten derisive
Of magic or Santa
Claus or Easter
Bunny but we
Never fully
Let go of
Mother
Nor do
Moms
Ever
Let
Go
The tie
To kids of
Any age still
Children eyes
Bright in wonder
Watching Pan fly.
Thanks to mothers
For our imagination
And fathers for the
Common sense
To pick a soft
Spot to land
When we
Try to
Fly.