You know it’s probably easy for you to lay
her head on your chest these days.
She’s immune to bullshit and lies while she’s this size. But when she gets old enough to comprehend,
I hope you’ll have left these games of boys
for some other little girl’s demise.
Don’t ever stand her up on nights
you promised to tuck her in or weekends
when it’s your turn.
Don’t crush her dreams, lest she learn
that a man can break her heart.
Just promise me, that you’ll treat her better than I.
©2016 Tyra C. Owens