Do you see how I search your face?
Mine your eyes
for a glimmer
of heartfelt approval?
See me smile.
Watch me Dad…watch me make
underground temples in the sand.
See how I square the steps
so wee worshippers can go
down into secret caverns
gracefully,
without tripping.
I work hard building
roads to my temples,
muscle shell doorways
that open into secret spaces.
Stone tables and
sea-glass windows
my whole soul
caught up in my creation…
See how I build Dad?
See how like you I am?
Look in my eyes Dad…
can't you see me
your son?
Don't you recognize me
in the face of this little girl?
Don't be sad…
No. I am not a boy--
but I can build
and I can fashion steps
and I can smile across the years
and I can bait my own hook, Dad.
Can I go with you?
Will you take me fishing
and be happy you took me…
the light in my eyes,
the beam of a soul.
Can you love me Dad?
Little girl that I am?
Woman that I am?
Boy wannabe??
Here I am, Dad…
do you approve?
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