Your mom seems to like me
which, I guess,
makes one of you.
I’m not so sure
why I’ve impressed her
so much more than you.
Maybe you know me better.
Maybe my first impression
beats out my eighth
or fourteenth
or three hundred and ninth.

I get that I’ve outworn my welcome
with you
which disappoints me
but I can take a hint.
Still, don’t be surprised
if you see me
at holidays
in a bathrobe.

I’m really looking forward
to you calling me “Daddy”
again.