My six-year old sweetie. |
I work all day - the nameless, faceless shadow in the corner box. Now I'm free - five o'clock - yabba dabba doo! Now I'm Mario Andretti, racing for the checkered flag of home. Now I'm a spy - peering around the doorway as she plays in the corner. Jessie sees me - now I'm blinded by her brilliant smile. She runs and jumps into my arms - now I'm a roller coaster, spinning, swooping. Cheek to cheek, she hugs me forever, but never long enough. I'm her boyfriend - she's going to marry me someday, she said so. She leads me on safari to the grocery store in her tutu and cowboy boots. We dance to Disney songs - she's so light on my feet. Now I'm the most vicious, ugly monster - killed hundreds of men, Yet she slays me with her invisible sword. I die horribly. She brings me back to life with a kiss on the cheek. Now I'm her pony. I'm ever amazed at the greatness she sees in me. Her real-life hero. A giant, warm and fuzzy superman who knows everything. If it's lost, I can find it - if it's broken, I can fix it. I can cure most ailments with a single kiss (serious ones require ice cream.) I'm instant protection from brothers and thunderstorms. I know that in time, in her teens, I'll be the cruel heartless prison guard But right now, she's six, and I'm a pony - giddy-up, cowgirl! |