fathers « Sara Arizona

A Painter’s Daughter

Before I knew the words to describe a rainbow,

I could mix the colors of heaven,

of mountains; of Arizona in the spring.

Each morning in darkness before the molten Phoenix sun

would crest the parched desert,

Papa would sneak out the door

quiet as a whisper

to paint this house [...]

Everyday, somewhere a child

stares out a window

Waiting…

for Dad to come home.

It doesn’t matter what kind of work he does

(though a fireman or race car driver would be great).

It doesn’t matter how much money he makes

(though getting a new bike is better than not).

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