Daughter (Poetry) -

When my daughter was a child

It was her mother who combed her hair

One moment she would braid her hair

Another moment she would have her hair braided

The smile

ripples in the hearts of the whole family

Mom is on a business trip

Dad has to comb his hair

His hair is not neatly combed

I can’t even straighten my hair

What a clumsy father

The one who made his daughter pout in anger

Keep it in my mind

Dad combs his daughter’s hair

First, braid a big braid

Then braid ten small braids

Let’s braid it later Bundled up

Watch my daughter stand tall and tall

Let her braids unravel for a while

Let her flowers bloom

My daughter’s smile can no longer be hidden Can't help it

Say it in front of the mirror smugly

Dad, don't you say I am your little cotton-padded jacket

When

Become your braids again?

2016.9.14