Daddy Lament
Cinderella could never compete with Dorthea
Her skin so beautiful, I wanted to cry at her birth
We were all overcome because she was a rainbow baby
Today is her first prom, how did this happen?
I look at my wife. She’s just a baby! I say.
She can’t go to prom!
She is seventeen, my wife argues.
Dorthea comes down the stairs.
Awe catches in my throat.
I have to blink back tears.
She is no longer five.
Where is her Disney princess purse?
What happened to the giggling eight-year-old?
Where is my twelve-year-old tomboy?
I glare at the young man who comes to whisk her away.
She is a princess, too good for him and millions of others.
Get over it, my wife says.
She’ll be going to college next year.
I begin plotting our move to Columbia, Missouri.
She is not going without her daddy!
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