Get A Grip Boy
Here I go again
that familiar sensation
the moth to a flame
consternation
The girl’s taking a trip
leaving home today
I am losing my grip
as urges join the fray
Some days
she looks vulnerable
Climbing stairs
when lift is available
But she is a tough cookie
also gentle
Claws at the ready
often predictable
I will ask a kiss
Who knows
The worst - a fist
upon my nose