daddy i love you

i walk into the room and she looks up,
her eyes still loving,
her hair a tired mess,
she is an elegant slave,
they have already play-dough-loved her,
or sand-pit hugged her,
her mud-smudged white blouse doesn’t bother her…
as she picks the debried toys of the floor,
her look is one of relief,
a look that sounds like a sigh,
a look the hugs me and holds me,
and loves me….

the bi-wrecking crew runs into the room,
their eyes delighted and bright
wagging their little buttocks
unclothed, unwashed, still running,
she smiles again…
watching our creation,
the love still there,