WEEK 29 (With the ultrasound in my wallet)

Not sure if it was a dream

Or a loud thought

Last night I saw you in my arms

No matter my funny faces

Wide smiles or silly songs

You looked away

More drawn to a crack in the ceiling

Than your father

It was only when I gave up my antics

That you landed your toothless grin on me

With your perfect cheeks & long eyelashes

I just needed to be myself for you to

Pay attention

So I promise

I will learn from the squeaky door

The wobbly table and the cracked ceiling

They are what they are

And I too will be what I am

Without the artifice the show or the sheen

I admit the mask was safer but

So be it

You’ll get me how you want

Squeaks cracks wobbles and all