“My Papa”

| June 4, 2014 | 0 Comments

My Papa’s eyes
sparkled like stars
in the nighttime sky
or like tiny tiny stars
from a sparkler
one fourth of July.

I was nine
and the fireworks
boomed and boomed
into the night.

They scared me.
But there was Papa
holding my shaking hand
and smiling.
I remember the way
my little hand felt safe,
like a little bird
tucked into the warm strong nest
of Papa’s big hand.

My Papa’s eyes
sparkled like stars
in the nighttime sky.

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