Poem On An Important Event in My Life

He came
bearing matzoh ball soup
she smiles
he laughs
eager to come in
"I know you are sick, so here I have the remedy"
I look up at him
and he looks down
his eyes google out of his head a bit

this must be your daughter

yes she says
and brings her hand to my back
and pats it once
twice
three times before I stutter a hello
satisfied, her hand goes away to close the door and motions for him to
come in, come in
he walks in with a bounce in his step and places the soup on the counter
whenever you are sick, I will make this
he says
this will be good
she says
and flits her eyes around the room a bit, looking for the good cutlery
well, let's eat!
she says
fantastic, I'm starving
he says