these days
you thrash and flail
a wild thing
furious at the injustice.
i never know
exactly what you need
a stern shush
calming words
a song and circles on your little back.
daddy rescues you
from my lack of intuition
using his big arms
and his man voice
to hold you down until you are calm.
my wish is for this to be
the sweetest time of day
inhaling your clean baby smell
drooly face tucked into my neck
legs frogged around my torso.
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