On His Shoulders

Flying high
My feet leaving the ground
Up high
On his shoulders
Too high
Gripping on tight
Causing temporary sight loss
to my giant Dad

Running to keep up
Tiny feet
following big feet

Walking alone
but still connected
Feet walking in step
down a church aisle
following the one
who called us both

Stepping together
down hospital corridors
steps slowing
gentle steps
at zimmer speed
twilight journeys
full of love

A final journey
lifted high on the strong shoulders
of men, who as boys he
had sat on his.

He flies high
he soars
with no fear
no pain
no tears
on the shoulders
of Him who brings us home
rejoicing.