by Mark R. Watters
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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© 2006 by mark r. watters
Over Daddy’s arm she’d spin,
Face full of hair, “Again! Again!”
A flight of faith atop the bed,
Careful not to bump her head.
Running round the Dragon Trail;
Playing pirates in ships a-sail.
Dinosaurs alive and well;
Sharing secrets we’d never tell.
Reading stories, ideas swell;
Hand-in-hand to get the mail.
In thrashing snow, she slipped and fell;
Singing songs of “I believe…”
Green eyes wide for all to see;
Never doubting, always free,
My sweet daughter and me.
Riding shoulders, she reaches high,
Ignoring limits, she will try
And try again, again she’ll try
To reach beyond the sapphire sky.
Frustration sometimes tags along,
To sour sweetness in her song;
I wipe away her salty tears,
and whisper softness in her ears
Again, I whisper.
Again, she hears.
She’s grown up now.
Let go, Daddy.
I grasp the brittle, snapping branch.
I clutch my sunken chest;
My heart pounds with
Nothing rhymes anymore.
She takes his hand and looks at me;
I wipe away her salty tears
and whisper softly in her ears,