The sippy cup rolls on the floor.

I wonder what kind of life you will have?  

Your father with his beard

his bright shirt

his black vest

his bowl haircut

your kerchief

your cherubic cheeks

your family on the train

playing  cards in the club car

drinking sodas

or is it water

i don’t know

but is it

that

you are one of the only children

who doesn’t squall

on the train

you seem

so happy

your father is doting on you

holding you

singing songs to you

you are stroking his beard

his strange beard

his Amish beard