Daddy’s Circle
I remember being little
I was scared of getting sick
I was scared of dying
You so gently and fiercely
Told me that you knew
I would live a long time
You have a sense for these things
There was no need to be scared
You said, and I lived on that faith
Now that small child is all grown up
And funny, how you were right
There is no need to be scared
I am alive
Death is birth
and birth is death of something else
I am alive as the circle
that never has an end
By Candice, father’s day 2008
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