My Daughter At The Age Of Reason Poem by David Alpaugh

My Daughter At The Age Of Reason



“Will you please get that cat out of your bed! ”
I shout, opening Janet’s door to say goodbye—
on my way down the hall, out to the garage,
onto the freeway towards work.

“He’s full of fleas! ”

She draws Marshmallow closer
strokes his white belly
kisses his ears, eyes, nose and whiskers.

“He’s full of love, ” she smiles.

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