August 18th
It’s rocky
and she’s wobbly.
I hold on tighter.
The current is strong.
I imagine
Dad laughing,
chasing
her runaway scarf.
The blue one. Her favorite.
I get that familiar ache.
But we carry on
together.
After all,
we’ve been here
many times before,
in this exact place,
holding hands.
It’s rocky
and she’s wobbly.
I hold on tighter.
The current is strong.
I imagine
Dad laughing,
chasing
her runaway scarf.
The blue one. Her favorite.
I get that familiar ache.
But we carry on
together.
After all,
we’ve been here
many times before,
in this exact place,
holding hands.