Doodledy-Doo

Like a voice in the fog

I hear myself speak

Not knowing what or why

Doodledy-doo

I know it means something

Or someone said it

An odd thing

But important

Then I remember

Wiggling fingers

Doodledy-doo

Reaching

From the front seat

To the back 

Wiggling my fingers

And saying

Doodledy-doo

Then feeling the light tickle

Of tiny fingers

Touching mine

And wiggling back

Doodledy-doo

Our thing

Done for so long

He used to do it

While smiling around his bottle

I do it now

No fingers wiggle back

The presence is there

But only spiritual

No smile in the rearview

Or perhaps

That’s only where it is.

(4/2/21)