Glow

Dad, pick me up. Take me up to my room.

Let me sit in your lap with my face to the moon.

Pull out the big book, and sing me a song.

I'll rock in your arms, pain of day long gone.

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Dad, pick me up. Put me to bed.

Tuck in my feet, and kiss my head.

Don't shut the door. The dark will get in.

I'll look at the time, red glow on my skin.

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Dad, pick me up. I'm big now, but weak.

The glow is dull and the dark at its peak.

Pull me out of this pit. Lift my chin to the sky.

I'll hold your hand and the fear can die.

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Dad, put me down. I have to go.

I love a man who adds life to the glow.

Don't shed a tear. I'll be home in good time.

But my hand is his now, not yours or mine.

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Dad, put me down. Gift me the book.

It'll stay in my case with the ones that I took.

When I long for your hand and my eyes mist blue,

I'll hold them and know that you love me, too.

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This poem was written in response to the Short and Sweet Challenge issued by Vocal: "Write a love poem using only words with four letters or less."