How to Tie Your Shoes
Sipping roasted coffee,
Sun rays caressing the wood grained desk,
September breeze blowing gently through the window
Rustling graded papers,
Blue birds hum songs of joy
In the tri-colored trees outside,
Voices of students resonate in the hall.
“Daddy, can you tie my shoes?”
She smiled as she
Wrapped her tiny arms around my thigh.
“Come here you little booger!” I said
Tickling her as I lifted her on to the counter.
”Over, under, around and through,
Meet Mr. Bunny Rabbit, pull and through.”
“Thank you daddy” She said giggling,
“ice cream tonight?”
“We’ll see my little princess, have a good day at school.
I love you.”
When you say school,
I see down the barrel
Of seconds from cancelling
An ice cream date with my daughter.
I see countless blank selfies of
My son and I
In the camera roll of my I-phone.
I see a king bed far too wide
For just my wife.
when you told me
That today would be my last,
A single tear slid down my cheek,
Past my nose,
Past my lips,
Past the dance recitals,
the little league baseball games,
the date nights at our favorite Italian restaurant,
children fast asleep with the baby sitter.
But now that today is tomorrow,
Wherever you choose to be
I will always have the best seat.
“Are you alright my darling?”
“Well, my daddy ties up my laces on my sneakers
But, I guess he’s not going to anymore.’
Nick Houston is a Senior English major from Slidell, Louisiana. This is Nick's second year on the Delta Statement staff. A part from school, Nick is in...