I wrote this poem remembering those days in Dad's arms. I guess everyone had this separate kind of feeling:a rare kind of feeling while in Dad's arms.... Happy View..... 😂
You have a big arm
That takes in all,
To crush or tend
To curse or bless
I am in it too
Tiny but seen
Because you have some Eye
That sees the dots—
Significant dots
Like me
To tend and keep
Tend me
Keep me
DAD
