Daddy

In your wrinkled skin, I find my nest
Walking into the bosom of a raging sea
When all is dark and dismal, threatening
Your gnarled hand on mine, placed softly
Daddy, I can fight the big, bad world
Your tired hair, all salt and pepper
Your aching joints, the stiff knees
The loose skin hanging in a pouch
From every frown and caress, I draw
Immense strength, Daddy, I am home

At Your Door

I have knocked my knuckles off
And left imprints of skin in blood
I did call out, cry and plead
But your door refused to budge

I shall trace my lonely steps back
Do not reach out for me or weep
I shall return wherefrom I came
To melt into careworn sleep