Daddy’s Home

“Daddy’s home!” We clamor and clamber Trying to shinny up his legs To reach his welcoming arms. Daddy’s home! He towers over us But bends to scoop us up Till we are face to face. Grown tall, we still look up to him Those legs, once towering, strong No longer bear our weight Nor even…

Mother

My conscious mind does not recall The first time You held me, But I remember well The day you held my daughter Right after I did. The joy I felt, you had felt And both of us knew it now. The love with which you gazed at her Was the same love you had given…