He's my Daddy
He comes home from work
wearing his grey striped
overalls covered with
Vanadium dust.
I think he is the
President
of the United States
I'm close.
He is the President
of his Union
"Carry me. Carry me."
I whine and beg.
He's so tall,
when he lifts me up,
I can feel the sky!
Well, not the sky, really,
but the ceiling is
almost the sky.
I can touch the place
where he fell through
one day, when he worked
fixing something in the attic
as I sat in my high chair
just a moment before.
They tell me I wasn’t there,
That it happened to my brother.
Perhaps I was there,
Waiting to be born.
Elizabeth Munroz
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