Father’s Face


A father’s hand perfectly fits across a child’s face.

To hide away her fears;

fears of the realities she will endure. 

fears of the unknown when you let her go. 


But for now, a father’s hand fits perfectly

 over a child’s face only to love her. 


Loving her as she twirls, in her big tulle skirt.

Loving her as she walks into the arms of her prince. 


But for now, a father’s hand fits perfectly 

over a child’s face only to give her peace. 


Peace when she cries at night, between the thunderclaps. 

Peace when she has decided to leave, to make her new home. 


And when the child has grown up, her father’s hand is now smaller. 

His shoulder’s that once held her high in the air are frail. 


It is her hand that cups his face

hiding his fears of leaving her 

giving him peace to say goodbye

 and always loving even after he closes his eyes.