“Augulug Forever”
for my littlest artists

Remember how we painted sunflowers
with elbows and wonder,
how toilet paper made donuts
and we laughed until people came to check on us?

How we sang with the cat
who went augulug augulug,
louder each time,
like it was a real language
only we knew?

Your giggles were paintbrushes,
your dancing - pure jazz with Madi and Dada.
And the room was a concert,
a cave in France painted with bulls,
a place where art had paws,
Maneki-neko ate ramen  with your favorite toppings?

You made my heart louder.

Augulug, little ones.
Augulug forever.