Someday

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

Home.

 

 
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.

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