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.