January 15th, 2016 (Argument with a six year old)

by Brendan Strong

Your face as you sleep is angelic:
All peace and dreams and I’m curious
To know what plays out in there,

But there is no time for questions,
Because you’re asleep in the hall,
Wrapped in a blanket, your pillow under your head.

We only ever argue about bathtime
And bedtime. Can’t we find some other
Point of contention?

I carry you in my clumsy way
To your bed: a sea of teddy bears,
Like my own when I was your age.

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