House Arrest 37 (Strambotto Toscano)

House Arrest

I’m ready for our morning FaceTime session
(I just completed all my exercises).
The coffee’s poured – it’s now in Dad’s discretion
to hook us up, for caution still advises
we stay apart today. My flu confession:
I miss so much your hugs, your word surprises,
and tender exhibitions of frustration
(he’s 3 years old and practicing vexation).

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