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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