His Eyes

There he is again; he always appears when I wake He’s like a shadow, lurking like a guard in my sleep Pick me up Daddy; I’m getting this feeling in my belly I felt this yesterday, he soothed with ease and food Time to eat and drink, then to the floor for guided play He’s watching me again, will I never be found alone I’m crawling now, but his eye is keen for my movement I can get into the kitchen now, the floor is harder here New obstacles now, where did this gate come from If I grab this, I can pull my whole body onto my feet If I let go, maybe I can be like Daddy and stand OK, that wasn’t a good idea, but there he is again If I hurt, he picks me up and kisses me in that place Here we go again gate, I’ll get it together this time Dad has me again, and he’s helping me stand straight He’s laughing and crying at the same time, rather odd He keeps saying this “proud” word, I wonder what it means Time to eat and drink again, and he’s got food all ready This food is different, and now I have to use these new teeth He rubbed something on them; it doesn’t hurt so much now I’m getting sleepy and now I feel wet again in my pants Here he comes with a cloth and diaper; he really cares for me Off to bed I go, and I can’t wait to do this again in a while Dad will always be here for me, I just know he will I’m awake now, where is my Daddy There’s Mommy Wait, who are you You’re not my Dad.