You sleep
Thumb in mouth
As you always have
An angel in slumber
I the father
Who hates
Pleated skirts
Lace blouses.
The iron ignores
My plea for help
I try my best
For my little girl
Who needs two parents
Not one
Albeit a trier
Your father.
So sleep on
Dearest angel
Let a weary dad
Worry about tomorrow
Dream your dream
Of little girl things
Soon the day
Whatever it brings.