"Fly Boy"

“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”