I wrote a poem on the way to work this morning (don't worry, I wasn't driving). In honor of Father's Day, I guess.
A Daughter's Work
We play hardball
With spongy nerf toys
Ribbons in our hair
We want no one to see us cry.
We spout facts and figures
Keeping emotions out of it
Voices steady
Heads held high.
We practice in front of mirrors
Wear talismans and worry stones
Fingers clutched under table tops
Bugs squashed with stiletto heels.
We try harder
But harder isn't good enough
We keep laughing
Hoping to make you crack a smile,
We try harder still.
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