When I’m walking somewhere
Dark and scary
I hold your hand
I think you are an angel
Or maybe Jesus
Or maybe pure energy
Or maybe my dad
I don’t hear a voice usually
Just feel a warm presence
That dissipates all fear
Okay, but when it’s icy
Then I hear,
“Get your hands out of your pockets!”
About the poem:
I had the greatest dad humanly possible. He is right beside me every step of the way. And though he died in 1997, his kindness still strengthens me.
This is a poem in my book With Open Arms available on Kindle and Amazon.
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