i hold your hand
and am three again
skipping along,
matching little paws
to your giant stride
racing,
always within that comforting shadow
swinging from that strong arm

whenever my spirit
exhausts my tiny form.
you have always sheltered me,
my dear father,
from every fall.
And as long as I have you
father, dear, dear father
i shall forever have too
my childhood
dangling from the end
of your palm
held there forever by
the sheer force of your will
against time and age
and even beyond till…
the shadow,
i could never
outrun…. is made to disappear cruelly,
and leave me stumbling
in the petrified daze
of a disillusioned adult.

wardha jawdat

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