If I’m reading her
Three-year-old mind
Right, this could mean
Either she wants me
To write another
Poem about her
Or for her or who-
Knows-what but how
Tell the difference,
And find words
To describe how
Her mind works
When she’s disarming
Me so ingenuously right
Now with that telling
Look that’s looking right
Through me as if to say
It’s all right, Papa
Whatever you write,
You’ll still be
The only grandpa
I have who’s a poet—
Whatever that is.
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