Before you could walk, papa ran to catch trains.
He brought you sunshine so you’d never feel the rain.
The pain… you relieved when you’d reach for his embrace.
Papa would reach back, but there was always something in the way.
He’d dip and Dodge… step and strafe, maneuvering through the maze
And when his lips reached your cheek, “they” would pull papa away.
So he’d say goodbye, regrettably, as he’d look toward the day…
Where the rain was gone forever, and the sun came out to play.