A Childhood Memory
My bro and sis approached Dad by design
while staying in the background was my whim.
Dad drove me for care when sick at age nine.
Daddy carried me throughout hospital
When small I both loved my Dad and feared him.
At hospital, Dad passed the wheelchair line
and cradled me with love in his strong limbs.
Being ill made recall of Dad’s touch mine.
Toting me was his own wish, not just vim.
Reliving his hold makes my grown heart shine.
Daddy carried me throughout hospital
... CayCay
March 4, 2019
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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