Bentley Get Off the Ground

Bentley, get off the ground! I smiled because I am shopping child-free. In charge of no one except myself. The only Bentley I have known is a dog. This Bentley is a small boy, around six years old. He has brown hair and dancing eyes. He scrambles from the floor and tips the cart. His mother yells “BENTLEY!” I smile, knowing that someday this same mother Will be sad not to be yelling “Bentley” For he will living somewhere on his own, And her kitchen will be too clean, And her arms will be empty And it will be soon.