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!