A Single Dad Poem by James McLain

some times when being a single dad.
how close,
should he let his daughters body get.
able to, as of yet, speak of any thing
as her mind runs off and develops,
hidden off limits nothing is, she tells it all.
as was he before hers and is, because
of her predictor.
darting some times from room to room
buff in a hurry, we/i both one says.
when we meet face to face.
and before i open my mouth she says,
'oh' daddy, i saw you pass before my room
the other day when i was,
and i know because you washed them all.
and i like you, like me, we smell it all.
i like too know where you have been as well.