For my husband Andy, from our autistic son Jonah. I dictated. Happy Father's Day! |
You take your shirt off, hold me, newborn, to your chest, your heartbeat drumming fa-ther, fa-ther, fa-ther - and father arms, and unbelieving eyes, and warmth so rocking, softly rocking, in your father arms I sleep. You wear me in a baby sling, faced out so I can see. You bend close to kiss my thistledown fine hair and you are smiling, and jouncing me in jest, and singing unashamedly off-key: the bear went over the mountain... You see me spinning; hear me humming, seek a diagnosis, your heartbeat drumming fa-ther, fa-ther, fa-ther ā now you hold me extra-special close, you whisper precious son and place me before everything there was or ever will be. You chase me on the playground past the toddlers who can talk You bend close to kiss my thistledown fine hair And Iām caught and tickled, giggling, just like any other boy And you are smiling, and jouncing me in jest, and singing You take your shirt off, hold me, two now, to your chest, so rocking, softly rocking, in your father arms I sleep. Your heartbeat drumming fa-ther, fa-ther, fa-ther ā You place me before everything there was or ever will be. |