Saturday, June 18, 2016

Seated High





You’re up on my shoulders
And tugging my hair
And laughing
For all you hold dear.
And Daughter
I’d carry you anywhere
Delighting that you
Cling so near.
The sun is at apex
And waves wash my feet
And time has been
Frozen it seems.
Oh will you remember
When years pull apart
Our walks and our talks
And our dreams?
This Father is weeping
In spite of the joy
For blessings
Unearned in your smile.
And thinking the Father
Has carried me high
And kept me from harm
All the while.

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