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.