I don’t sleep, but I suddenly wake
My head is a race track
Your toy car follows each age line in my face
I smile
New lines are formed

Today you are two

Height, weight, and age can be measured
You can not measure my patience
But you know how to test it
Bip the Clown is no mute
A handsome Blok nonetheless
You can not measure my happiness
But you know how to grant it

Preparing for work
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard
I daydream we are an adagio pair
And you are Atlantis soaring
Toothpaste drips onto my shirt

Stomping
Here comes the son
Winked an eye as you pointed your finger…
“I pooped Dada!”

Soon there will be two

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