His First Hero

Before I could lift anything,
he lifted me.

On his shoulders,
the world felt small,
and I felt
unstoppable.

I stretched my arms wide—
not to reach the sky,
but because I believed
he already held it for me.

I didn’t know then
that real strength
walks beside you,
carries you,
and lets you fly.

Long before I called him Father…
I called him mine.