You can't have it all

But you can have the sand and its soft touch on your feet
like small, powdered crystals tickling your toes.
You can have the slimy saliva from your one year old dog's tong
lick your nose
waking me up at six A.M.
You can have the intense, uncomfortable breath from your adult brother
and his evil, pitch-black eyes looking at you
as if staring into your soul saying
if you don't give me your phone now, you will suffer.
You can have music,
though often it is unwritten,
like your future that is waiting for you to slide the pen
on the blank paper that will soon be your favorite lyrics.
You can have the smooth texture of a chocolate
melting on you tong,
and under the sweet caramel
gently falling on your lips
dripping on your chin.
You can have your sister, always blaming you, never showing care,
but always being there for you.
You can brag about song you played,
but didn't write, sometimes taking you where you want to be.
You can go to the mall
where your brother got beat up, but never showed fear.
You can't see your grandma,
but you can tell her smile on the full moon,
us knowing that she's still here.
And you can be grateful for the sticky juice from a watermelon,
the way it drips from your chin, half sweet, half ice-cold, grateful
for Jesus, his great morals that saved us all from eternal darkness,
for light showing you the way of every single day, and for rain, the water,
us splashing in puddles.
You can have a dream, the dream,
the dream of one day having the perfect song,
the flashing lights from your first hit song.
You can have your brother by your side,
never letting go, you can have paint and notes,
the evidence of improvement, and Japanese food with soy sauce
black like the night sky.
You can't count on silence to get you where you want
but the talent to inspire can help you bring a conversation,
the feeling of helping them find there way, together,
until you learn about laughing, about never giving up,
and here are birds, always flying together, wherever they want,
as real as the skys. And when happiness gives up on you,
you can still remember how beautiful you are
bringing back a smile, the dreams you're on your way to fulfill
while the rest just live in the past.
There is the lesson taught when you were a child
Sweety you can't have it all
but Mama I can have you.