Baby Yoda

 My daughter cried when my husband said he loved her more than Baby Yoda.

"But Baby Yoda is so cute!!!" she wailed.

Giant tears rolling down her pouting cheeks. 

Zola is like this,

The child I named after the earth,

Tranquility,

Is full of sun and storm.

Nothing is better than her joy,

Mischief and silliness,

Tiny kisses to wake you in the morning.

But her sadness is sudden,

and large.

A thunderstorm of sorrow.

The injustice of Baby Yoda,

Unkissed before bed, too much for her to handle.

Being loved by Zola is being filled to the brim,

Spilling over with her unconditional enjoyment of you.