In runs in the family.

I pause in the hallway
Hearing the keyboard clatter
In spurts.

She knows,
In the way that daughters have
That I am there
That I am listening.

She asks me for a rhyme
To the word ‘garage’
Dismisses my offer of ‘massage’
Accepts my ‘corsage’
Clatters on.

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Comments (3)
  • papaleng on Jan 23, 2009

    what a witty daughter, just continue to give her all the encouragement and support she ought to have..

  • QuinMonty86 on Jan 23, 2009

    Aawww, How cute. A long line of Reilly poets!!

  • Darlene McFarlane on Jan 23, 2009

    Very nicely done. You are lucky to have each other.

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