Saturday, May 14, 2011

a poem for Annie (and this blog's 100th post)

Goodnight to My Traveling Daughter
for Annie from Dad

Saying goodnight like this
Is better than nothing, it is, well, it’s something
like cold manicotti is better than starving

Don’t think I’m ungrateful.

I’m only grown partial
To bear hugs and blessings and monkey pajamas.
And beautifully off-key duets

Teeth brushed and squealing to Mom.

Tonight, she gave you
The phone, you said your goodbye before I said hello
I laughed, said "I love you," you sang.

Then said goodbye again.

Give my love to Grandma and Grandpa,
Your Great-Grandma, too, and of course, give
Momma a kiss as often as you think to.

I'll save one right here for each of you, too.

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