Mary’s Dad
We say a little prayer
while walking
to the school,
not because we’re hoping
she’ll be a star,
but because we hope
she’ll end the night
feeling good
about her first time on
stage.
It’ll be
a defining moment
in her young life,
one she’ll draw on
whenever she needs
strength or courage,
and god knows we all
need lots of each
to get through
life.
When she was born
I held her, sweet
pink bundle,
little gush of baby breath
the grip of baby finger,
the tiny delicate bone,
her blue eyes
flickering
and I was instantly in
love.
I hope she’ll
feel us
out there
in the crowd,
sending her
our warmth,
watching her
play the piano
like only we know she
can.