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