I
the coming days
were full of adventure
thinking of all
the ice cream delights
and chocolate
he'd have to make up for
the stories
filled with fairy godmothers and
scary monsters
his soothing eyes could slay
he could explain
the grey photo,
pink bike
which peddle to push first,
how to ride without falling down,
and all the other secrets
only fathers know
II
he should've been here by now
his conscience
must have
devoured him
he'll call
what if he's allergic to
my pink ruffled dress
performed in delicate lace stockings
just for him
or maybe it's
my holey smile
with missing teeth
or
maybe
it's
me
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