Being Daddy

Kozar’s Christmas Village in their eyes,
Extreme cold taunting tears.
Jungle gym daddy with kids on every arm,
Tired tenacious feet numb.
Piled in the car, trek back from the boondocks.
Solace sounds of children’s sleeping breaths.
The sudden “Daddy” whispered from the darkness.
Their tickles on the back of my neck,
I love you Daddy.

Turkey Hill ice screams on good nights.
The overwhelming task of picking four-hundred varieties,
Dark chocolate or white chocolate sprinkles.
Sticky cheeks, chins, and narrow fingers,
Shouting their love on my white oxford.
Soft silly giggles, tickling bellies and giving hi-5’s,
Twenty years younger than yesterday’s yuppie rat race

The end of the night has come,
Midget protest parental powers to be.
Freedom to pick a book as thick as their pinky,
If only they lay asleep for the end.
Covers complete their absolute comfort.
Bye, miss ya, love ya,
Standard goodnight wishes.
The flutter of their lashes against my face.
Quiet whispers of secrets well known.