Blessings and coming of age

When my child was ready for their Bat Mitzvah, I had to give a speech. This is the poem I wrote for that occasion.

Buying a dress

 

Standing in the baby aisle 

I see pastel dresses on hangers

Some blue, some pink, some yellow

 

One looks like an eye

One looks like a star

Another is ready to back flip into the shopping cart

 

Your hands gave me the courage 

To buys dresses

Your smile tells me to draw and paint

Your compassion dresses my days with joy

Your smiles lifts me out of bed, even when a blizzard is howling outside

 

Buying dresses is a blessing for fathers