Nicholai Nakissa

(San Antonio, TX, USA)

My Father

I was a child, and he was a father; With all powers.
On his black charger;
He looked like some dragon fighter,
Emerging from fathomless sea.
Winged seraphs of heaven rounded my father,
The hero of my sweet dreams.
I remember, he tied my laces, as I wore my shoes
Dancing with me to the birdies jamboree.
We played frisbee and threw dodge ball;

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