Look at them
the Prince just stumbles in
chasing a wild pig.
One dry kiss and
the Princess falls for him,
the first thing she sees.
Her father lays a banquet
and a few gold coins on
the groggy peasants.

Look at this kid,
my daughter, who only asked
if I would read the story,
not why I was made,
why I am her father,
how long will she love me.
Not caring what happens
between now and morning,
ear on my heart,
she sleeps and leaves me
holding the old story.

This post was submitted by Wallace Kaufman.