Pat the bunny, the shadows

are long, sometimes I can’t

always find whomever I’m

looking for. Or whoever. I get

those mixed up. See, you

were an aunt to me. Though

I come from a different womb,

different time, different world,

all that you praised is still here,

like this child that you helped

raised though you didn’t know

it. Come, feel daddy’s scratchy face.