On His Lap

The child sat on his lap
(It was her father, I assumed)
Until the light turned green and then
Across the street they zoomed.

She giggled as he mussed her hair;
His smile was wide and bright
And anyone could see there was
A mutual delight.

But as they passed I noticed
Something one not often sees –
The wheelchair gave a glimpse there were
No legs below his knees.

A tender scene for me, but what
That poignancy reveals
Is a heart defines a daddy,
Whether on his legs or wheels.