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Sometimes my darling daughter I fear that in discovering you I am losing myself
As I make decisions my head never thought I’d make but which feel so right to my heart.
I revel in the closeness of our connection
Yet, at the same time, I wonder if I can weather the isolation,
bear the boredom of our predictable routines.
And, unkindest cut of all, I wonder whether
in my current devotion to domesticity
I am modeling the choices which I would have you make.
As these questions swirl in my consciousness
I am carefully crafting pigtails for your three-year-old head.
My heart swells at the sight of your cuteness
As you turn to leave the bathroom.
I lovingly croon “pigtail girl.”
You pause in the doorway and slowly spin to face me
Your eyes ablaze and your pigtails quivering with passion,
You command the correction “Pigtail Woman!”
And in that moment I know that all is well.
All is as it should be
For Now.
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