Titles often speak for themselves.
In this case, it is my daughter
who, obsessed with cartoon critters
and anime heroes, begs just thirty
more minutes of a night that
wanted to end an hour ago.
And I, I say “Okay, stay up,”
because tonight she remains
young, a kid, and I would always
rather have her in this space
than in that land of teenage angst,
lost early 20s, or somewhere
searching for her childhood
that I may have in some way
stolen had I said, “Off to bed,
you Charizard loving lady.”
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