You ever had a dream that shook you awake?
And even then you still believed it was true?
Last night I dreamed I was a quarterback,
running behind my dad
and he was there on the field, pushing players out of my way.
I had the ball and was running like if I wanted to
I could lift off
and fly.
And in front of me, my dad just kept taking the hits,
keeping me safe
making sure I touched that ball down.
I woke up still hugging the ball, only my arms were
empty, pressing against my chest.
In the dream, my daddy’s helmet had cracked in two.
And I kept saying to him Be safe, Daddy. Daddy, be safe.
But he just kept on running.
Kept on tackling.
Kept on going.
For me.
For me.
For me.