(originally published in "The Storyteller")
You will never again trust
as you did
when Daddy was twice your size,
his arms the greatest you knew,
they could straighten your baton
or chop down a tree in the front yard.
He won every game
and you were his best partner.
Driving in the Fourth of July storm
your dread of lightning and thunder
abated with Daddy's hands
on the wheel,
fearless, you traveld the country
with the deepest knowledge
would bring you safely home.
He never told you he'd give his life
for you, you were born knowing.
You never felt doubt until the day
he held your hands and then let them go.