He checks his sleeping child, now a woman,
moves closer, listens, watches her breathe.
As if she knows, opens her eyes, asks
Is that you, Dad?
“Yes, you’re dreaming, go back to sleep.”
His sleeping child, now a woman,
forever his little girl.
Carl "Papa" Palmer, retired Army, retired FAA, now just plain retired, lives in University Place, Washington. He has seven chapbooks and a contest winning poem riding buses somewhere in Seattle. Carl has been nominated for the Micro Award and Pushcart Prize.
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