Practical Cliche

I long to drive an impractical car a convertible with seats for two and wear impractical clothes Chanel suits that say “Dry Clean Only” I want to live in an impractical house downtown three stories high with white carpets, and closets I can lock with a key. 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 soft sweet cheeks of a newborn, the smile of a gleeful toddler, and the straight arrow logic of a preschooler and the antagonism of a teen are worth far more to me. True, it's a cliché, but only truth breeds cliché. And my love is true.