Father's Day

Daddy's Girl
(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

that Daddy
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.

Daddy's Girl

This poem was published in "The Storyteller" in 2006. Happy Father's Day to my Dad.

You will never again trust
as you did

when Daddy was twice your size
his arms the greatest you knew

they could straighten a baton
or chop down a tree in the front yard

he won every game
and you were his best partner.

Driving home in the Fourth of July storm
your dread of thunder and lightning

abated with Daddy's hands
on the wheel

fearless, you traveled the country
with the deepest knowledge

that Daddy
would bring you safely home.

He never told you he'd give is life
for you, you were born knowing,

you never felt doubt until the day
he held your hands and let them go.