It’s cold and my hands are freezing, this is
The same park we went sledding at last winter,
Except this time there isn’t any snow, but somehow
It’s just as cold, “Let’s go find another park” I suggest.
It’s just that she doesn’t get to see kids much, outside
Of her school friends, and her cousins all the time. But
Kids don’t need to deal with adult stuff the same way
I don’t want to. In this way I’m OK being “not enough”.
Because when is the last time you saw yourself
Coatless, with hair (like hers), and basking in the
Freedom of the outside, even though this
Particular park was literally a police car and fire truck.
“Lets go find another park where there are kids,”
But now she seems upset and sad, or angry
“That’s not what I meant,” I don’t know what I did.
Then she speaks up,
“I don’t need kids—
—I just need my Dad.”