Dear Spike:
Here is the day we shared, in seven haikus:
Breakfast with Ravitz
She hurts. Misses her father.
Holds the baby. Sighs.
Back home through the park.
Ducklings cannot scale the wall
One by one, I help.
I miss my wife's call.
My daughter leaves the message.
"Bye bye bye, dada"
Summertime with mom.
Now you cry when I hold you.
Forget me so soon?
Dinner with our friends.
She carries their first child.
Ah, nostalgia.
Goodbye breastpump, swing.
We don't need them anymore.
Paying it forward.
Bath time. We play games.
Where's your head? Where's your tummy?
You show me, smile.
Love,
dad
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