tears make paper wrinkle

you could be so small in your father's arms
you could be so large in his eyes
you could grow up so beautiful
and you could grow up so fragile and frail
in his 50th year you could make him smile
so big at the the thought of you
this was the ripple in his heart
this was the moment he would cherish forever
that time you were frightened at the setting sun
and suddenly he was there,
that time you danced in his big tennis shoes
that moment he watched quietly
from the other side of the crib
as you breathed again and again
and again and again and again and
again
each time breaking his heart with joy