Transitions Poem by Robert J Meyer
Transitions
There is this...
When she was five
I was her daddy -
Maker of wonders,
Wielder of power,
Protector and keeper.
When she was twelve
I was dad -
Homework helper
Tear dryer
Night guard.
Now that she's grown
I'm father -
He,
Left
Out.
We should detach.
That is our job.
But, oh,
I miss making wonders
And drying tears.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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5/10/2024 7:01:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice longing about the other for another, the mother that is us all, , , , poetry