i hold your hand <br /> and am three again <br />skipping along, <br /> matching little paws <br />to your giant stride <br />racing, <br />always within that comforting shadow <br /> swinging from that strong arm <br /> <br />whenever my spirit <br />exhausts my tiny form. <br />you have always sheltered me, <br />my dear father, <br />from every fall. <br />And as long as I have you <br />father, dear, dear father <br />i shall forever have too <br />my childhood <br />dangling from the end <br />of your palm <br />held there forever by <br />the sheer force of your will <br />against time and age <br />and even beyond till… <br />the shadow, <br /> i could never <br />outrun…. is made to disappear cruelly, <br />and leave me stumbling <br />in the petrified daze <br />of a disillusioned adult.<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-dear-father/
