Papa Fix

Papa Fix

A broken skate, a broken chair
knick knacks of childhood strewn
adoringly across a busy workbench-
a few earnest tears wiped away with
a handkerchief while an all-trusting
pair of eyes watched the miracle to unfold
'Papa Fix' is what he would say as
he replaced a barbie doll head or arm
perhaps a broken leg on a table...
it didn't matter what it was, I knew
that Papa could always fix...

And as the years turned twilight,
I wished that I had known his secret...
to hold him in my arms and say,
"Kathy Fix, Kathy Fix," and make the
march of time go away...to make everything ok.
But I wasn't Papa and couldn't fix broken pieces
or my own broken heart until I remembered
deep inside 'Papa Fix, Papa Fix' and that somehow
over tears and time, his love would fix me.