Flowing back, flowing forth
tired eyes counting ten little toes
Those Hands of precision
fixing the crib
Lips rounded with
lullabies sweet
Measured steps helping the wobbly feet
shoulders becoming July 4 fireworks’ elevated seat
The joyous finger pointing to the multicolor rainbow arc on the sky
The liquid shadow
running along as the novice bicycle pedals by
The alert figure sitting on the passenger seat
the nervous, bitter joy watching his teenager behind the wheel
Your Prattles stammering history,
punctuated, pidgin grammars
Dipped in motivational mentors’ mastery
You fill lingering lazy weekends
Sometimes with hard rock, sometimes with country
And balance budget equations with sheer wizardry
You Whisper history in ears
while pouring color on an empty canvas
Your Soft words full of care,
crowded with tough vowels in a rasp throat
Keeping us out of trouble, up and afloat
While A theater of dreams deep in flight, runs in front of your eyes
A Heavy lifting Back pronounces your height
When you whistle a long forgotten lullaby
Your sweat scented with nameless cares and chores intensifies
Clowning and stilt dancing “what, why hows of life’s challenging pronouns
You proudly dissolve your name to make “Dad” your proper noun
This poem is dedicated to all hard working dads out there, who usually don’t get to bask in the glory of metaphors and poetic verse.
smile, calmness and sometimes a tough look is what makes a dad your best friend
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