Do you admit to quiet pleasure at the ending of the day?
To the thrill of a bright smile and little wave?
Hearing her say, “goodbye”
Knowing she means goodbye to your work, not to you.
Do you smile more broadly as you settle in the car
just to feel a little hand slide along your cheek
to your lips so you can kiss it hello?
Do you admit to being glad she wanted you
even with dad and grandparents and hound?
And know in a twinge that you wouldn’t want her to be sad,
just to miss you a little.
Do you slough off the workday
with your bag and books and shoes
And sink into the evening beside a happy smiling face?
And a happy hound who needs to say hello too.
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