Scared. Daddy I’m scared
you whisper, edging nearer to me,
too young to care how it might look.
You plug your hands into my ribs
and I hear the words tumble from your lips
onto my shirt like tears. You dig in,
unaware of how your head hurts my chest.
It starts again… and you try so hard to watch
last seconds before you flinch,
watch, flinch again and freeze
I turn your head away as you return to me
Feeling each of your tiny breaths
in a cuddle I could never leave, your chest against my chest.