Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

What ‘dat??? What ‘dat???

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We are driven to distraction with,

Her endless toddling question,

“What ‘dat???,what ‘dat???”

“What ‘dat??? What ‘dat???”

It’s a ball.
It’s your bike.
It’s the garbage.
It’s your hairbrush….
It’s,it’s,it’s…

“What ‘dat??? What ‘dat???”

Oh Starlite, little sweet girl,
I can hear Rose teaching you to say,
“What the hell ‘dat???”

I have to agree,
the question in any other format
would be welcome at this point.

“What ‘dat??? What ‘dat???”

It’s your boppy.
It’s Daddy.
It’s your carseat.
It’s Cujo.

“What ‘dat??? What ‘dat???”

It’s your shoes.
It’s a kitty.
It’s the sky.
Airplane.
Bird.
Atmosphere.
Outerlimits….

Does it matter???

“What ‘dat??? What ‘dat???”

It’s a mirror.
Starlite,
see?

There is Starlite!

That’s you!
In the mirror,
that’s Star!

Holy cow!

The girl is quiet for one blessed second.

She turns and twists,
tilts her pretty head,
and smiles at herself,
never taking her eyes off of the mirror.

She sighs.

We turn on music,
and Starlite dances,
silently,
captivated by her
reflection.

It’s a universal truth come to two year old Starlite.

We find the answers when we find ourselves.

She need not ask anything,
It’s all there in the mirror,

We gather behind her,
and whisper,

“That’s you Star,
there you are.”

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Comments on: "What ‘dat??? What ‘dat???" (2)

  1. That is really sweet. The ending, with the whispering, more than the endless toddler repetition.

  2. True ‘dat.
    True ‘dat.

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