As I step into my daughter’s room
Going through
the revolving door
of time
She jumps
And in one swoop
Spins me right-back-out
Before I can even wink
At the TV she is watching.
For she cares for me
And knows well
That I am not old enough
To see programs
Such as these.
June 21, 2007 at 1:42 pm
i can always feel
her grip on my heart
she who fathered me
and locked me in
a love of concerns
for each other
June 23, 2007 at 3:39 pm
Brillantly put.
Back in my days, I had mastered the use of the “swap channel” button on the remote. Slightly more efficient than physically turning back curious parents