In your arms
October 4, 2024 · Poem 108 of 112
One day, when you're six years old
you may watch your Dad leave,
and have just the
vaguest sense of where he's going.
But what you won't know
Is why he doesn't come back.
One day, your own six-year old
Will grow too big, to swoop up and
cocoon
Into your arms.
But six-year old you, is always
Right there waiting,
And he never grows too big
To hold
in your arms