Rock strength rescues fearful female,
bug halts in skitter across the floor,
spider loses its web
faucet leak, blown fuse, garden weeds
coughing carburetor, flopping slapping tire
dead battery, stopped up gutter –
no match for Daddy’s prowess.
Yet, not quick enough
or rescue sufficient
Resolution required but patience,
Understanding carved from busy schedule;
Payment a smile, a hot meal,
Their dance of need and service
swung round and round across the decades.
Until he was gone. Until I stepped into his
too big shoes. Until I flopped around
under her “honey-do list.”
Her slightest whine, her merest look
should telegraph her need, right?
It did for Daddy. I demand she ask.
I demand of myself that I wait for her to ask.
“Oh, for a man!” she laments when
anything goes wrong.
She lost her handyman, her dance partner. I lost
my pillar of strength, bedrock
who had freed me to wander far away,
secure the foundation would never waver.
She wobbles without him.
I carry on.
We miss him.