make mine mine not yours

stockings that hold form
wigs that show off your eyes
people who cheer and make you cry
girls who keep secrets not tell them
children who stay on the phone
mothers who notice your developement not focus on theirs
siblings who become people not wwi troops who die in trenches for a cause
fathers you could hug more
lovers who are what you have
dry martinis on a hot humid night
these are what i asked the fat man for
maybe he thought i meant next christmas