Perspective

Perspective

Please excuse the carpet fuzz in my hair,
She needed me on her level.

Please excuse the “so last year” jeans,
Big pockets produce pacifier comforts.

Please excuse my best sweater’s spaghetti stains,
Biting a tongue is cured by hugs.

Please excuse my lingering outside the nursery door,
When I’m not there she fears I don’t exist.

Please excuse my un-kept hair,
She just had to run to see Daddy.

Please excuse these tears in my eyes,
Today they’re small, tomorrow is near.

-written 12/15/2010