I carry her
piggyback
through leaves & laughter
splashed with sunlight
across fields
of summer
as if we were
the one
creature
Dad & daughter
or I her
St. Christopher
her riding high
on my shoulders
over stream
after stream.
She clasping my curls
to steer her noble steed.
Always seeing the world
from atop of me.
She my little bird
I her perch.
Crawling now into bed
cuddled into my back
her words sleepy
on my shoulders
where I carry her still
...into my dreams.
Dónall Dempsey
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