For My Daughter
by Marvin Rabinovitch
Before the natal waterslide
Immersed you in the pool of birth,
I dreamed your pageant on this earth
As cherub, tomboy, scholar, bride.
My heart's your plaything, woman child,
Your windup toy, your music box -
For of its massive, steel-bolt locks
The combinations have you dialed.
And even when you most annoy,
I can't help smiling at your nerve;
As if the impudence you serve
Adds tartness to my dish of joy.
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