Stomp. Shuffle. Stomp, Stomp.
The shrug the sigh
The dance
I know so well.
Daddy’s home.
Stairs creak and groan,
To carry the weight of Daddy,
And all the people he’s saved today.
So many people.
So many people that just one more
Clad in bunny slippers and a smile,
Is just too much.
I am the straw
Daddy the camel.
But,,,
,I say,
Straw does not have to break your back.
Straw helped baby Jesus sleep,
Straw makes roofs to save against the storms.
I could be that straw instead.
Strong.
I could save you.
When people ask me what I want to be,,,
,Roof straw and save the camels!,
They shake their heads and smile
Ah
Pretend they understand
But they live in a world of shaking heads
Loud sighs and dangerous straw.
A world of Creaks and Groans.
Daddy can save you from those,
But not the sighs,
He’s got them too.
They will never understand.
I want to save my father.
But Daddy has a strong slate roof
And stairs to carry his sighs
Closed mouths behind closed doors
Are what save him,,,
I am just the straw.
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