Tuesday, 21 July 2009

Poem - Following

She would follow him
around the house to
everywhere possible.

Into everyroom and out
again, the child would
sometimes mimmick wher her
dad (and her mum!) do.

No greater inspiration;
no bigger hero, other than
those animated on T.V.

Regardless of what physical
obstacle stood in the way,
she'd instantly find her way
round it; over to him.

A lot I can learn:
for today, my father follows
me. Why can't I reciprocate?