Dad

I am exactly where I want to be at this moment,

with my dad.

I don't know how many more moments like this there will be.

Listening to birds,

squirrels on a porch,

him by my side

He looks at me

as my pen moves

wondering what I write

as he rocks gently in his chair

before falling off to sleep,

heels flat against the floor,

chin tucked into his dreams.

I don't know how many more moments like this there will be.

But at least I'll carry this one forever.