Sonnet-ish for Lily on the occasion of her hearing her daddy and me fighting
It’s ok, baby. I’m here.
Can you smell me? I smell your hair,
like tiny flowers. Like the sea.
Your little ears, like shells.
There was yelling.
Sometimes, there will be.
Sometimes, you’ll lose your favorite thing.
But always, in your heart, you’ll hear the rocking,
simple and sweet. You’ll hear the sound
of my love for you. You’ll hear the sound
of the love that came before time
and feel warm arms around you,
within you, holding you strong,