To Dad

curled against your chest

with my feet tucked in bed,

I could feel your heartbeat

from your arm beneath my head,


my little feet always hurried

while you waited with a smile,

just by holding your finger

I could walk to any mile,


now after a decade or so

I wish I could hit rewind,

to feel the connection

that we left behind,


what race should I win

so you feel proud again,

what skin should I don

so you see me the same,


I could rip my heart out

but I'm afraid it's small,

you deserve so much more

I'm trying to give my all,


my lungs burn as I run

to reach you so far,

you're standing close to me

but somehow worlds apart,


you still smile the same

just your stubble is a little white,

we share the last name

like strangers under the same light.






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