Am I holding you?

Or are you holding me?

With love clenched in your tiny fist

That you place over my heart.

Warming it, softening it,

Till it can’t help but flow right back to you.

Am I protecting you?

Or are you protecting me?

From the darker side of myself maybe?

When you nuzzle under my chin

Your downy head against my day old stubble.

All the frustrations of the world fade away

And I become a hero again

Entrusted with the most precious job

Of being your dad!




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