Perhaps you’ve never kissed your
First Daughter on her first day
Home from her first car ride, first
Smile, first everything, and peeked in
To watch her sleeping like a tea cup resting
In a china cabinet you only open
On Thanksgiving Day and wondered, simply
Perhaps you’ve never asked, How will I do this
And how will I do that and how WILL I do this
And what and why and questioned only to find
Answers, are there answers, that only lead to more
Questions with no just-right answers.
Perhaps you’ve never held those tiny china
Doll cheeks in your soap cracked hands
And wondered who would have let you leave
A hospital with a perfect globe of truthfulness.
Perhaps, though, you have done and said
And thought all this and more and then asked
What else more? Nothing but this.
Nothing but this.