Feb 16

“Quickly! Outside” he urged as if unrehearsed.
I was changing a diaper. His idea of a joke —
excellent timing, sir, that always appeals

to me. But ok, I rush downstairs. At first
I don’t get it. I’m looking around for smoke
or some other threat. You know how a mom feels

about it. Then my reaction must’ve been worth
a good laugh. For the win! Genius stroke!
What better way to fuel his love’s ideals
than this to celebrate the date of my birth:
                            my own set of wheels.

 


 
 

by maggie with dean

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