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Almost anything will break
The toddler’s heart: His mommy’s keys
Singing from the bowl of loose ends
And change on her way out the door
For work. Going to bed. Taking a bath.
Getting the exact snack he just asked for…
When the man rubs the boy’s golden head
And says goodbye before he leaves him
At daycare, the child weeps, and the man
Must pick him up next to his wooden cubby,
And he must hold the toddler boy beneath
The colorful watercolors, and he must pat
His back with his hand, he must kiss
His golden Ndee head with his lips
And must say, in this order: “Don’t worry,
Little One. Don’t worry. I’ll be back.
Daddys always come right back.”
Copyright 2022 Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum
Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum is an author, editor, & ghostwriter. He is the author of three poetry collections, Fight or Flight, Visiting Hours & Ghost Gear.
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Breaking my heart today. But oh, it feels so good to feel