babysitting
i was elbow deep in dishwater
when the Daddy talk came up.
i kept my grasp on the glassware
and turned to watch her
picking at a microwave pizza,
sipping some chocolate milk,
casually digging up the questions
some people never manage to pry loose
i wipe my wet hands
and pick up my coffee cup
and join her at the table.
in my experience,
it’s the best place to explain
to a six year old girl
she was born into a woman’s world.
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This is a woman’s world! Tell the truth! -Cher
(loved this poem)
Goodness. That gave me goosebumps.