“Fly Boy”
by Mark Kaven Lazaro
I remember when I was
a child
My dad lifts me over
his shoulder
While stretching my
arms like flying
He holds me tightly
saying “fly boy!”
I remember when I was
a teen
My dad says he looks
good as I am
While I am combing my
cool hairdo
He sips his coffee
and said “take care”
When I am already
twenty one
My dad holding my
childhood pictures
While I’m answering
my girl’s phone call
He laughed and said “I’ll
miss this cool boy”
Now I am standing
here to fight
Ready to ride on my
own stealth
I remember my dad
said “fly boy”
Now I’m flying, I
will miss you dad
The war ended up, time to come back
I returned to my home
where he was
I got shock when I
saw white stone
There his name written
so I kneeled down
I cried and said why
he didn’t wait
Here am I Dad
returned back again
I felt someone
whispers saying that
“It is my time, I
have to fly boy”