BECOMING DADDY
( in loving memory of Danny  )

Here I am
big as big can be

taller than
my daddy's knee.

Now I'm further grown
stretching past

yep
my father's hip.

His hand
holding my hand.

Then just as soon
we stand

shoulder to shoulder
level at last

maybe an inch
or two taller.

I still feeling
smaller.

I hold his hand
in my hand.

The black and white world
seeping into colour.

Now I stand
all alone.

Become the man
my father  was.

Da...dada...daddy...dad.
Danny.