A Daughter Wakes

I awoke this morning to something different. 
I didn’t remember going to bed wearing make-up, 
but there I was, rouged to the hilt, lip and cheek alike. 
My eyes shone with glittered green, 
my fingernails radiated the dawn. 
My 4 year old daughter smiled and asked…
would you like breakfast Daddy?
 
A foreshadowing of the joy I imagine my daughter will bring. 
Roll on the 12th August.
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