A Father’s Embrace

Running home from school,

unicorn-printed backpack strapped

on firmly,

I run to my father — launching myself

into his warm arms. 

“I made a new friend, daddy!”

I yell, excitement painted across my face.

Smiling, he carries me home,

inquiring about this new acquaintance of the day.

Slunking into the car,

eyes half shut and mascara 

streaked across my face.

Silently we drive home

with his hand holding mine.

Getting out of the car he hugs me,

then grabs my bag

from the back seat and walks me inside.

Laughter and joy —

tears and sorrow. 

Emotions that follow me throughout life,

a never ending sea threatening

to sweep me away —

a fate which my father will always prevent. 

I am unsure of my future,

scared of where it may take me,

but one thing I do know

is that I will be able to return

to my father’s loving embrace

forever and always.