My feet dangle above the earth
my hair blows in the wind.
I can see for what feels like miles away.
My heart skips a beat as I look below
but I feel safe.
His shoulders felt like mountains to climb
and I did. As often as he would allow.
When my short legs got tired on the long walk home.
When I needed a better view of what lied ahead.
Until I got too big and he got too old.
Time passes and I help him to bed and get him his lunch
The days I sat on those mountains now long gone.
The days I felt as high as the eagles we sought.
And then he’s gone.
Mountains buried six feet underground.
And part of my childhood dies with him.
I am no longer the little girl
who could forget her troubles on her papa’s shoulders.
I am grown, or so it appears. I stand alone,
my mile-long view replaced with a blurry haze.
Sorrow fills every inch of my feeble body
and I know I would give everything
to climb those mountains once again,
to just feel safe in the world again,
to get back the peace that died with him.