Band Aids

Band-Aids

One blond small frame curled up
     in my lap, an arm around my waist
One small finger trails the leather straps
     and small metal strips
           that keep me upright:
               "Why are these there Darren?"
                    "Because my back hurts, sweetie"

Silent debating in baby brain,
     reworking information to
          easy to swallow bits

"Shall I kiss the boo boo away?"
Her head disappears into tickling kisses
     that make me squirm and giggle

"Does it still hurt?" "Yeah, sorry baby"
She sprints, runs, jumps screaming
     in delight, returns with a handful
          of Dora band-Aids

At this very moment she is playing
     somewhere, with her toys
My harness is plastered with Dora

I've never been so decorated in my life.

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February 15, 2017