Saturday, May 3, 2008

footnote to my daughter

It’s these little things

That you do for me

That cause

A lump in my throat

Like leaving Toto

On my dresser

With a note

Not to feel alone

Even for a day

Without you

That I can

Hug Toto

Going to sleep

It takes so little

To remain connected

Small gestures

Huge triumphs

I now see His

Game plan

in having you

I’d need little else