My father carries me in his arms,
High above the drenched path.
He holds me tight,
He keeps me safe.
From my vantage point I see a colourful world:
Umbrellas in a multitude of rainbows hurry past me,
My head turning eagerly towards the nearest one.
Amidst this adventure, my father calls out to me,
He’s waiting to pop a few more Smarties into my mouth.
His eyes smile back at my grin.
How I wish I could travel back in time to that afternoon.
So much has changed between then and now.
He can no longer carry me;
But I mustn’t forget,
He still holds me tight,
And he still keeps me safe.
Original image by Brinda Naidu
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