Hannahspoon

I love Hannah so much she is the first personI would give an arm for I would give my whole body anythingBut when I came in from workLate and everyone else has already eatenAnd I grab my corn flakes with lots of sugar and raisins I throw inAnd get to the table with my big spoon and the old morning paperAnd begin to close myself upon the foodAnd Hannah (who presumably has already eaten)Now all of a sudden wants to shareGets in the seat next to me to do soAt first it is all right because I control the spoon andshovel the sugary flakes into my dripping mouthWhile staring at the latest line on the Purdue–Ohio State gameAnd I can placate my daughter with a spoonful only now and thenNot upsetting my own rhythmMy own shovelingIt is all right sharing is easy for meAnd we are happy but then in her small thin voiceShe says she wants to hold the spoon And all of a sudden she is controllingThe bowlAnd upsetting my rhythm I become somewhat annoyedLet Daddy hold the spoon, Hannah,And I will give some to youNo noShe is pulling the spoon from meShe loves corn flakes all of a suddenShe is so thin I worry about herNot getting enough caloriesFor her brain to grown properlyAnd develop into an intelligent personBut I am a fat manLike my father before me like his fatherWe pull at the spoonAt first playfullyAnd then a little bitMore forcefully