that tiny, sweaty head, laid on your shoulder
what won't you give to feel it once again
to hug her, and to comfort her, to hold her
why can't it be like, just like it was then
she slaps you on the shoulder, and says: Dad, what's wrong?
And you smile, like all dads, and say, oh, nothing, carry on.
Author notes: image from parade.com
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