A heartwarming collection of poems about the greatest gift a father can give
When Daddy Prays
Illustrated by Tim Ladwig
I tip Daddy’s hat back so I can see
to roll his shirtsleeves like donuts.
Even so, the stripes swallow
my arms down to my wrists.
His pants would puddle at my ankles
if I didn’t tie a rope around my waist.
But that’s okay.
They’ll fit me one day.
I shuffle down the hall, my small feet like
tugboats dragging the ships of his shoes.
Daddy turns from the altar,
smiles, and waves me over.
I hurry to him, drop to my knees
and kneel in his shadow.
I already know what to say —
“Our Father, whose heart is heaven . . . ”