Mother God, Father God. . .

We sit side by side,
shoulders hunched
toward each other,

stealing glances
like children do
looking for approval.

Mother God, Father God,
love me they say.
I am good.  I try.

And they grow up
and away
looking at reflections

of their faces, so much like us.
I steal a glance like them
and touch your shoulder to say,

I did good?  I tried.