Carry Me
by Trinny Sigler
Father's Day 2016
"Carry Me!" I'd say
and fling my spaghetti arms up.
Countless times my dad would carry me
across the fields to protect my feet from bees.
It was relief at the end of a day spent in the sun:
mountain climbing, bike riding, swimming, wading the creek,
to reach up and say, "Carry me,"
to rest my sunburned cheek
on his big shoulder.
And then that inevitable day
when the adults say,
"You are too big to be carried,"
when just yesterday I wasn't.
That day that starts the beginning
of never being carried again.
I know I'm too big now.
I know I'm grown,
but sometimes when I'm weary,
I still fling my arms up to the
universe
and asked to be carried,
and sometimes there is
affirmation.
I think this would be even better wtihout the last line.
ReplyDeleteEnd with: I still fling my arms up, I still say, "Carry me". Beginning and ending this one with the same phrase would make it powerful and not giving the balm of affirmation leaves it to possibility and increases the poignancy.
And also, can I use this poem in a class that's coming up? I love this poem.