To my daughter on her first anniversary

When you and Mom came to my room here
I was asleep. You appeared in yellow gauzy
oversmocks and plastic gloves, you trying  to
Tie a maskm entering the biohazard zone.
Yoiur half-term belly and smile
And both your wits and charm made me laugh.
Only after you had gone did I awaken
And remember your anniversary.
So here’s a poem on top of the message
I left on the answering machine for you.

The art of our girl is sweet
And courageous as her life:
Out here where she likes it.
On the clouds above the mountains
With her man on top of the world.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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