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I see an image of my father and what is it that I see…
I see my father stuck in a tree.
Immortal; my hero—stuck on that branch.
Don’t laugh at him! Give him a chance!
My job was to defend him and will him out of that tree.
I see an image of my father… my father and me.

It’s been so long since I’ve seen my father the hero.
So long since I’ve been a child. Where do the years go?

I see him now and long for the days when he
held my hand or kissed my cheek
or kneeled beside me to see me sleep.

I miss my hero, who turned mortal on me.
My poor old father stuck in that tree.
My father who, maybe now doesn’t see me…

I suppose I left him first—so I guess
he’s not to blame. I left him flat; I changed the game…
I thought he knew that I would be back? And this mistake
Caused the gap.

So with all that’s now changed what do I see? I still see
My father stuck in that tree—eternally my Daddy,
Forever a part of me.