First Day at the Sitter
This was a day we did not look forward to. We left early and I just drove around. It’s now 8:30 we arrive at the door. It really was something, I really felt weird.
When I picked her up she played hard to get. (Mark Frazer and his wife Denee are parents to Angelica Rose, 2 ½ from Jiangxi province. Mark, one of our few male poets, enjoys expressing his emotions in poetic form, and has here recorded a trauma that to which we can all.) © Mark Frazer
This was something I really wish I didn’t have to do.
I changed her diaper, washed her hands and face.
It was my job to take her on my way to the work place.
Acting to her like we were just seeing the town.
I took her to Krogers to see some friends and she smiled.
I guess I was postponing the hurt for a while.
I walked inside like it was some big chore.
I kissed her little head and I told her good-bye.
She gave me that look and we both started to cry.
It was exactly what I had feared.
My heart broke and my stomach ached
I’ll see you real soon you just have to wait.
But when we got in the car she had a smile that won’t quit.
I guess we survived our first day at the sitter.
I’ll take her again tomorrow, cuz I ain’t no quitter.