On fathersday, the bestest dad of all
allows his children’s sticky hands to gum-
drop into his. They love their “dad we love
you” love for every sweatsweet trickle wiped
from his determined nose. The boys fieldmuddy
ride their bikes vroomhappy on the weed
thick lawn. The girls canary singing play
dress-up, liftwirling skirts with mirrorpretty
smiles. They clutch dad’s legs and loll limpheavy
while he laughs and walks awkwardly home.
He tucks them into pillowsoft dreamay-
bes, kisses blushot cheeks and as the light
cracks thinner on the idolposter wall
he wonders what they’ll be when they grow up.