Lille Karin

(my daughter, you see)

where is my blue pillow, daddy?
says K.Sophie intent on wrecking the housekeeping
piles of horses, ponies, trains, dinosaurs
a sweet cunning cuddly vandal to the core
(thock) to the floor the gallon of milk left leaking
for me to find
my duties i must mind

pinch of finger and thumb finds my patient aching head
rubbed crumbly sore

good night good night good night, daddy
feigning taking a overcast day's measure of nap
though it has been a fortnight
since the child has last slept daytime-tight
(ach) she still thinks me something of a sap
still she persists
naps naught but confined to memory's mist

timp-a timp-a timp-a
(my headhurt persists)
kiss and a smile K.Sophie s'alright