Night
Watchman
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.
MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever
www.authorsden.com/carlpalmer
Very sweet and loving poem by Carl "Papa" Palmer!
ReplyDeleteDear Carl,
ReplyDeleteThis poem articulates a beautiful moment capturing it forever.
Thank you,
Michael
PS: Love your motto!
Lovely!!!
ReplyDeleteNice. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Dear Carl, your "Night Watchman" speaks highly for love
ReplyDeleteand being responsible. No matter how old, they are still
our children. Great writing.
Yancy