Daddy's Girl

Your father has always said that your existence is how he knows he can be wrecked

Not even in his most vivid dreams could he have dreamt how mesmerizing you would be

The space in his heart grew three times its size the day you were born

You, a gathering of limbs filling up the world

How your fingers scratched his imagination wide open

How your shoulder blades flung his defences away

How your hips jut out like newly discovered land

He has always thought you a wonder

Even when your face was still assembling itself

When teeth were rearranging into uniformity

Even when your body felt like a stammered apology, he thought you a poem