I know there will come a day
When our daughter does not know your absence
When the distance between you and her
Is bridged and Daddy returns
The day when playtime is physical
Not seen through the screen
Of a “smartphone” that still doesn’t understand
The power of human contact.
And the USO story times become fables
As you build forts under Minnie Mouse comforters
And she follows the words you point at as you read.
And you enjoy homemade cookies fresh from the oven
Still steaming when you crack them open.
And you come home to find our love for you is still the same.