Poem 3: My Joy
You come with the glory of morning
“Dada! Can I work out with you?
Maybe I’ll just watch this time.”
At three you asked me to explain the Trinity
We are both confused
Dusk— we mine our imaginations
the labyrinth made from Pinocchio’s lies
the grasshopper afraid to jump
the elephant, the water park, the mountain
“That’s just part one, okay?”
When I leave too early
you FaceTime your displeasure
and guard your heart
when I work too late
My frequently used emojis are as follows:
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At two you cracked eggs
without breaking yolk
And when you wanted me to agree
you said you prayed and God said yes
4, 8, 12, 16, 20-1/5th
Of the father I want to be
To my warrior princess, pea pod, baby girl, snuggle buckets (“don’t call my that!”)
My Joy