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My Girl

By Lee A. Nelson

A song I never had a use for

until I had my daughter.

I'd sing her to sleep with it,

and for the record,

I sing like any dad

forced to annunciate at 4am.

 

In her toddler years,

she'd sing it back to me

with the brightest damn eyes

and the most joyful smile

I've ever known her to have.

 

She insisted I know

how clearly she could speak words

as familiar to her

as lifts from the crib in the night,

or her palms filled with scrambled eggs,

maybe even corn starch

to her prickly rear-end,

 

and insist to me

her understanding of those words,

grounding and jarring as they were

to her random and incredulous

and mysterious universe.

 

In fact, how's this for a day?

In flip flopsĀ 

and pony tail

and turquoise suspenders,

she stomped across a wooden

playground sway-bridge

with soul (so help me),

and instinctual beat and time:

 

"I

Guess

You

Say

What

Could

Make

Me

Feel

This

Way."

 

All I know is that she loved the song,

and it was the only song my heart could employ

to win her confidence in her witless father,

tucked into my forearm,

a tiny begotten pudge

with feet the size of my thumbs.

 

So,

thank you,

Smokey Robinson.

You've made so many worlds

in a moment

and mine is to die to.

 

The stories have got to be endless,

and I'm sure you had no idea.

How could you?

How could anyone?

 

 

 

 

 

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