I'm sitting here on the couch
and you don't know this, but I'm
looking at your hands. And I'm
noticing how you're sitting.
And I see the way you perch your
chin between your thumb and fingers.
And I watch as the television makes you
smile, and I notice the wrinkles under
your eyes. I take note of the way
your shoulders bounce when you chuckle.
Oops, I think you caught me staring.
You've looked over once or twice, and
smiled. I guess I'll stop looking now.
I love you, Daddy.
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