Dad

They say some things never change
and maybe I could agree
if I didn't see your face
In my my dreams
you stay the same
And so do I
still only a child
with a small hand that fits
in yours 
So well I can see the smile you saved
for me
And only me 
can hear your whistle that sounded like birdsong.
The sameness is a gift
and it is sadness
Wondering if your hands are still strong
and where I belong in your dreams.
-Lisa Heggen Carr