A Word (copyright 2019 MWalker)
This little girl in the bookstore
Knows only one word
Daddy
And she repeats it
Over and over
As if she were stuck
In the middle of some maze
Everytime she shouts it
She chips at my heart
I feel like it might be my job
To get up from my Dante
And go and try and rescue her
Without a thread without a clue
Woefully equipped I fear
This blizzard of words a ruse
Over the same lost, insistent need