POEM - Mr. Fix It

When it falls apart

I’m the one

That the family comes to

No matter what it is

From fires to fatalities

I get the call

I like getting the call

It makes me feel useful

Allows me to show

I have a nicer side

I can be gentle

Well. . . gentle enough

In a freak accident

My daughter sliced her finger

A deep wide cut

That bled without end

And I fixed it

She cried and whimpered

Was nervous and in pain

But she let me do what I do

Later in a quiet moment

With the bandage affixed

Firmly and securely

We sat closer together

More relaxed and thoughtful

See talked of heartbeats

Thumping in her finger

I explained why it felt that way

The knowledge seemed to relax her

Just the right fix

From just the right guy