Until The Bell Rings

by Samuel De Lemos

It’s strange how
I’ve become your
interim father,

The one you look up to
and admire.

The one you go to
for permission.

I’m with you
In the morning

I greet you,
Look you in the eyes—
I see you grow.

I hear your laugh,
I feel your exasperation.

I’m proud when I see you
work,

You’re mine until the bell rings,

dismissed ’til tomorrow.

Advertisements