standing, leaning over you
struggling to push your chubby red-striped-sock feet
through jeans
as you play the har-MAH-li-ka
that make me happy.
It wasn't a sudden realization
like when you figured out
how to slide the harmonica back & forth between your lips.
It's been a slow trickle,
this realization
that parenthood fits better than I'd thought it would.
Beautiful, Lisa. Such a pure, heartfelt emotion through just the right words.
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