and some other father at the club
says, has she flown the nest yet?
and it sounds so crude
you don’t want to answer.
...
Yes, we get blasé and dismissive on this site –
reading in the reams of Poemhunter posts
‘yet another poem of teenage angst’,
we say, scanning the raw wounds
...
She'll love you 'til her dying day,
and just to prove it
...