Beardless

When I kissed my daddy bye today
before he left for work
I was taken aback by the display
Of his furless, hairless smirk.

“What happened to your beard?” I said
Concerned that he was ill
“Did it stay in bed? Or did you shed?”
“Or take some magic pill?”

He started to laugh at my curiousness
About what was missing there
Well it’s CERTAINLY my business
What he does with his chin hair

He just wasn’t thinking, was he?
That big loveable huggable lug
I’ll miss that scuzzy little fuzzy
I’ll miss giving it a tug