Paper. Fold.

There was a spark I saw in your eyes when you laughed

So much that you would roll around on the floor

And I would be there too, with you.

Breathing you in, tumbling you in my arms.

My fingers would find your floppy golden hair

And you wouldn’t brush my hand away.

We sang together and made up stories

In a language no one else would understand.

We speak that language today,

When I know what you are about to say

Before the words make it past your mouth.

But back then I didn’t fear what would come out.

Those days when we both couldn’t face the world

And we would hide together in our own fortress

Built upon those shared times of fear, love and patience.

When we’d read the same book over and over,

Back then believing that you just enjoyed

The way I did the voices.

When we’d go walking in your favourite park

You’d pick up sticks and run and fall

And get back up.

I thought you’d grow up tough and that

You just loved mud like other boys.

But then you never played with toys.

When you fall now it takes you longer

To get back up. I try to hold you til you’re ready

But I’m fragile too and fear that I’ll fold

Like paper. But somehow I still shore you up.

With each fold I become stronger.