Band Aids
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One blond small frame curled up
in my lap, an arm around my waist
One small finger trails the leather straps
and small metal strips
that keep me upright:
"Why are these there Darren?"
"Because my back hurts, sweetie"
Silent debating in baby brain,
reworking information to
easy to swallow bits
"Shall I kiss the boo boo away?"
Her head disappears into tickling kisses
that make me squirm and giggle
"Does it still hurt?" "Yeah, sorry baby"
She sprints, runs, jumps screaming
in delight, returns with a handful
of Dora band-Aids
At this very moment she is playing
somewhere, with her toys
My harness is plastered with Dora
I've never been so decorated in my life.
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February 15, 2017
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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