Practical Cliche

I want to drive an impractical car a convertible with seats for two and I'd treasure some impractical clothes Chanel suits that say “Dry Clean Only” I long to live in an impractical house downtown, three stories high with white carpets I covet a phone that rings only for me a password the kids don't know and shoes only I can wear but I'll drive my practical van with seats for seven and wear denim and sweats I'll buy that split level in suburbia with carpeting the color of body fluids and chocolate milk Because the pillowy cheeks of a newborn, the smile of a gleeful toddler, and the straight arrow logic of a preschooler are worth their weight far more to me. True, it's a cliché, but only truth breeds cliché. And my love is true.