“I know you’ll be a good mom,”
I said to her.
She was just smiling and being still,
That way that girls have of doing,
Not understandable by men.
“Even if you don’t always know it,”
I then put in.
I didn’t gauge her expression after I said this,
But I got to thinking,
I got to worrying,
Maybe I’m pumping her up too much,
And she’ll turn into some authoritative, alcoholic hag.
So then,
It’s,
Do you say,
Well,
The shapeshifting miasma may turn you into an authoritative, alcoholic hag,
Of course you don’t.