Like a Piece of Childhood

You remind me of my childhood

Like one of my dad’s warm bear hugs

Or of hot chocolate in an Army mug

It could be the idea of coming home

Maybe of sitting around in a group and listening close

I can remember him playing This Little Pig with all our little toes

You were never far off

Always lingering with every moment we spent

You remind me of the times of whispered prayers so fervent

You’re like a piece of my childhood, but also my present

You’re a magnificent portrait of fatherly devotion,

But all you are is my dad’s Lubriderm Lotion.