"Yes. But you'd still be my favorite even if you had half a dozen sisters and as many brothers."
"And your mother is my favorite wife."
"Oh Dad, you only have one."
"... At a time. And anyway, she would still be my favorite even if those other wives were favorites too. If I loved them all as much as you."
. Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)