They say, “She’s so serious. Tiene cara de culo.”
But that’s not my daughter.
My girl is sunshine — smile wide, eyes bright.
She’s only serious with you,
because you plucked her from the arms where she feels safe,
to speak at her face while she searches for me.
And I sit there, stomach heavy with lead,
smiling for peace,
when all I want to say is —
Then. give. her. back.