Prose poem "My Dad"
I like my father's big hand and hold my little hand warmly. I like my father to lift me up and let me fly around like a small plane.
I like sitting on my father's lap, just like sitting on the seesaw. "fudge", up and down.
I like to climb on my father's lap and then slide on the instep, just like sliding a slide.
I climbed on my father's back, just like climbing a mountain. Riding around his neck is like climbing to the top of the mountain. Ha ha! The tallest man, it's me now.
I like dad's arms, gently, my mother and I stick to his heart.