TOO MANY THINGS
A daughter’s love
So fresh, so new
Is unlike any other thing
This woman’s ever known.
The adoration just astounds
She wears your shoes, she walks around Behind
you every step.
She raids your drawers, she finds your rings,
She pins her hair, she sings.
One day I struggle at the door,
My arms so full, my buried keys stay just beyond my reach.
I utter words frustration brings, I stop myself, she grabs my leg, she clings.
When I get big, she proudly says,
I am going to carry
Too many things.
