Her tiny palm
Looks even tinier when in mine
So delicate and fragile
Like antique lace
And porcelain tea cups
Every move makes me think
You’re going to shatter in
My rough worker arms
But you need a worker Daddy
Right, little baby?
Those thin, puckered lips
Need food
And those tiny little toes
Will one day need shoes
Right little jelly bean?
Your mom made me wash my hands
Even clean the dirt under my nails
And change my overalls
Before touching you
Oh look, you squirm into my chest
And find my heart
And lay so closely beside it
That I feels yours too
Like goose bumps
Little goose bump breathes
That tell me
Yes, I’m fine with a worker daddy
I need a worker daddy
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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Comments (1)
LOVELY!! Perfect photo for your wonderful poem. 💕