Dada

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I'm alone in my room
Wrapped in a
Warm, fuzzy, blanket.

Mama made the decision
To let me
Cool down a little.

But when my door opens
It's not Mama
It is my Dada.

I haven't seen Dada
In two weeks.
I missed him.

But after today's happenstance
I don't move
I just blink.

(September 2014)

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