The softness of our daughter’s heart
Never fails to break my own
The way she bawls her eyes out at
The nonagenarian’s tram seat fixed
On dumb & mawkish tv shows,
The way a cartoon scene can trigger
Yowls of anguish from almost her whole
Lifetime ago, and how she soaked her mother’s skirt
Watching her favourite film, from Anna’s lap,
“The Little Princess”
When Rose, I guess, was roughly 8 years old.
Considering I’ve watched her flay grown men
With less than seven slashes of her tongue,
I ceaselessly stand back in awe
Of her infinite versatility,
Just another reason why
That girl is bloody wonderful.