Can You Help Me?

“Daddy, can you help me,” her 7-year-old voice
calls from the shower. “I can’t open
the conditioner.” I put my cup of coffee
on the kitchen island where the morning
light lays itself down after slanting
through the front windows, an easy
blessing. Into the thick air
of the warm bathroom. She hands me the bottle
around the curtain’s corner,
the smile in her v…