On His Lap

The child sat on his lap (It was her father, I assumed) Until the light turned green and then Across the street they zoomed. She giggled as he mussed her hair; His smile was wide and bright And anyone could see there was A mutual delight. But as they passed I noticed Something one not often sees – The wheelchair gave a glimpse there were No legs below his knees. A tender scene for me, but what That poignancy reveals Is a heart defines a daddy, Whether on his legs or wheels.