So she’s teaching herself.
Wie der Vater, she texts Pa,
So die Tochter. She fights math
But hasn’t given up yet.
The world is too dangerous.
Her father tries not to think
Too much about exactly
What she will do in her time.
His preference is to keep it
Hazily optimistic.
In town, a tree shares her name.
Every time he passes it,
He waves and says, Live long and
Prosper, despite everything.
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