Parenting is now a
full contact sport
No lines demarcated,
no rules to enforce
The children still babies,
the adults still kids
Diapering the future
—attached at the hip
(State College Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
I held you in my arms
Waiting for the passing of the storm
I covered you in blankets at night
Making sure that you stayed warm
I walked you to the bus stop
Every morning before school
I taught you how to swim
In the neighborhood swimming pool
I sat in the passenger seat
When you had your drivers permit
At every dance recital
In the front row I would sit
All dressed in white
I walked you down the aisle
Diapering my grandson
I watched you with a smile
Standing above me
With tears building in your eyes
Holding my hand
The moment that I died
I am your Dad
And, I am so glad
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