Poem Three


	The Black Widow & The Brown Recluse \| home Poem Two \| Poem Three Poem Three Brittany Hood My Daddy's Arms I feel safe in my daddy's arms, I feel secure and as though life goes on without me in my daddy's arms. I feel sorrow and yet happiness in my daddy's arms. I feel sorry for all the people who have no dad to snuggle their heads into his arms. I feel hurt when I have done something wrong in my daddy's arms. I have no fear in my daddy's arms. I feel these ways because my daddy's arms are strong, worn out at times, and never the less engulfing. For he has always worked hard for the things that I take for granted every day. I feel untouchable like a tiny kitten in someone's hands. But no matter how other people without daddies feel they'll always have a dad even though he's so far away he seems almost unreal. But I know that when my dad cannot be here for me to hold me in his arms I always know that I will be being hugged all the time.