Thursday

ezer agyin
2 min readApr 8, 2024
“a painting of a black 2-year-old daughter sleeping in her father’s arms…“ by Ezer Agyin via playground

“I love you okay!”

These are the words of a two-year-old

While kissing my cheeks

On a random morning while I was still under the sheets

Good morning, I say, still wiping off sleep

She’s already in jump mode trampolining to no beat

It’s daybreak

My daughter! To calm her, I squeeze her into my arm

But that’s her trigger, she’s wrestling like she just heard the ringer

I give up the tussle, I might as well be up and hustle

I slowly skit side to the bed, clutch on my crutches

It taps, I. move, I hop, I move, that’s my rhythm since Match’s handshakes

The handshakes that silenced my world with earthquakes

Taught me lessons about friendship, love, and trust

Affirmed my bittersweet belief that love is a one-way street

You’re only what you bring to the table, I see

Love ends when they allow someone else to sit in your seat, providing ingredients, forgetting you had a ladle, serving balanced meals with desserts

That’s how trust deserts

Hard lessons for a broken man in distress

I can’t blame anybody, I was born to learn the hard way

That’s how the grown man me built this fortress

These are times I sit with my conscience

Break my thoughts into puzzles and recreate every picture

Did you get the picture?

Honey, I still feel I’m blessed and I still see the curse

It’s human. It’s humane I progress

I keep the toilet seat down, sit to pee

Wipe it clean now, I told you I learned the hard way

Hop back to my bed thinking what can I change today

Who can I bless today

I call myself crippled for all the things I can’t do

Or won’t do

I bask in my bed waiting for life to catch up with me

She did, she jumped right into my arms to sleep

My daughter! To make her comfortable I cuddle her into my arms

Woke her 2 hours later with kisses on her cheeks

She squeezed her eyes, stretched out her laziness, cried I leave her alone then smiled and questioned, “Daddy?”

I tickled her into a lazy laugh

Wake up babe it’s time for lunch

She squeezed back into sleep hugging herself in a hunch

Wakey wakey!

“Daddy!” She lets out another cry

I love you little one

She smiled, “I love you too.”

--

--

ezer agyin

I live under the spell of the third house. Possessed, and cannot be saved.